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THE OTHER FELLOW 



The Other Fellow 



A Comedy in Three Acts 



By 
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The Other Fellow 

CHARACTERS 

(As originally produced in the Tozvn Hall, Belmont^ Mass., 
February, 22, i8gj, by the Kendall IVeston Stock Co.) 

Richard Aylward, Lord Deyjicourty Kendall Weston. 
Gerald Hartley, - - .- Gardner Crane. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield, \ q^^^^j^ \ Willard Earle. 

,X7 Ti/r f millionaire Ameri- ] t? r> ^ 

William Mixter, \ 7 , \ Kugene Laton. 

y caft yachtsman^ j ° 

Stiles, an old servant of the Aylzuards, Homer Eaton. 

yiihhSy a young footman, - - Jack Swords Trull. 

Lady Jane Aylward, sister to Richard, Edith Hardy. 

Marjory Heathcote, cousin to Richard, Cora Cowan. 

Mrs. Hartley, aunt to Gerald, - Lillian Clark. 

Lady Helen Castledown, - Grace Mae Lamkin. 

Ladies and gentlemen, as guests for the ball in Act. II, 
ad libitum. 

Time, — the present. 

ACT I. — Deyncourt Terrace, London. The White 
Room. The Conspiracy. 

ACT II. — The same. Three weeks later. Check- 
mated. 

ACT III. — The Towers, Berkshire. One year later. 
Which wins ? 



PROPERTIES 

Two table-cloths, four yellow coffee cups and 
saucers. Tray of cigarettes, silver candle-stick and 
candle. Lumps of sugar in dish with tongs. Four 
small napkins. Bowl of flowers. Three plates, three 
knives and forks. Three cups and saucers. Napkins, 
glass inkstand, pen and writing materials. Platter. 
Salad in bowl. Rolls on plate. Paper for Deyncourt. 
Coffee-pot and coffee. Large napkin. Three tele- 
grams and two letters. Roses, flowers, garden scissors. 
Large and small tray. 



COSTUMES 



All the men, save the servants, wear frock-coats in 
the first and third acts and evening clothes in the 
second act. The ladies dress in the first act as de- 
scribed on their entrances. In the second, they 
appear in ball dresses, and in the third in tea-gowns 
suitable for a hot summer afternoon in the country. 



THE OTHER FELLOW 

ACT ONE 

The Conspiracy 

SCENE. — The White Room at Deyncourt Terrace ^ 
London, the home of the Aylwards. An octagonal 
apartmetit handsomely furnished. A door at l. 
gives entrance to the dinifig-roo7n, another, diag- 
onally across L. u. E., opens into a ball-roo7n, 
and a third at R. u. e. into a conservatory. 
There is another door at R., giving access to a 
reception-room. At R. and l. of the stage are 
tables with chairs. At c, back, there is a man- 
telpiece. Other appropriate furniture, draper- 
ies, etc., ad libitum. 

As the curtain rises. Stiles enters from l. with a 
tablecloth over his arm, followed by Mills with 
tray bearing coffee-cups, cigarettes, etc. Stiles 
is a lean old man of seventy or more, very cor- 
rect in his manner as a butler save when over- 
come by twinges of rheumatism, which are apt to 
catch him in the joints at most inopportune mo- 
fnents. Mills is a young footman of eighteen^ 
who manifests the greatest respect for Stiles. 

Stiles. 
[Spreading cloth on table r.] Ugh ! there it goes ! 
Ketchin' me this time on the hip. 

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8 THE OTHER FELLOW 

Mills. 
Did you speak, Mr. Stiles? 

Stiles. 

Me ! No. I've been in sarvice too many years to 
waste my breath — ugh ! there, it's took me on the 
other side ! 

Mills. 

\_Setting down tray.'] Mr. Stiles, I'm sure you're 
in pain. 

Stiles. 

[Very erect.] I niver felt better in my life. I 

[Screws up his face in agony.] 

Mills. 

Why don't you sit down? There ain't nobody 
comin' in here for a bit. 

Stiles. 

Young man, you'll be a disgrace to the sarvice, if 
you — ugh ! [sits on chair] if you begin your career 
by offering advice to your elders. The main thing to 
obsarve, if you wish to git on, the main thing, 1 say, 
is to keep your eyes open and yer mouth shut. Now 
lay that table and git out. [Mills lays table.] I'm 
a leetle sorry I was so short with ye, Mills, but 

Mills. 
. Oh, that's all right. 

Stiles. 
Keep yer mouth shut. 



THE OTHER FELLOW 9 

Mills. 
All right. 

Stiles. 

If you want to rise to the position of a hesteemed 
and respected butler, you'll have to use stickin'-plaster 
over that horifice. [Mills ////j hand over 7noiit)i and 
coughs. '\ You can go. \Rises painfully. "^ 

Mills 
\^Hastening towards him.'\ Shall I 

Stiles. 

No ! No ! No ! I ain't 'elpless — not yet, and you 
are a leetle too fresh. Remember what I've told ye, 
and go. If you are needed, you'll be sent for. \_Exit 
Mills, l. Stiles hobbling about table.'\ It do be 
strange how them young ones wants to crowd us old 
ones out. There ain't nobody could step into my 
shoes. ' I've sarved Master Richard and Miss Jane 
ever since they was leetle critters, beggin' of me to 
save 'em bits from the dinner-parties. Lord ! what 
mischievous mites they was. \Laughs.'\ That was 
long before Master Richard come into the title, and 
now that he's my Lord of Deyncourt, would it become 
me to desart him ? Never, while I've a leg to — ugh ! 
\sits abruptly\ stand on. 

\_Enter Lady ] PlNY. from conservatory. She is a 
handsome laoman of twenty -eight, dressed in a 
tailor-made goivn, with mannish collar^ cuffs 
and tie. ] 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
Stiles. 



10 THE OTHER FELLOW 

Stiles. 
\_Rising abruptly and standing erect.~\ My lady. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
If you are getting so decrepit that you can't stand 
up, you had better make way for a younger man. • 

Stiles. 
There you go, Miss Jane, a-forgettin' past sarvices. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
Stiles, it seems to me that you are the one that for- 
gets. Are they at luncheon ? 

Stiles. 
Yes, my lady. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
How many ? 

Stiles. 
Four on 'em. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
H'm [looks at watcli], I will lunch here. 

Stiles. 
But, Lady Jane 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
Silence. I will lunch here. See to it directly. 

\^Exit R.] 

Stiles. 
Oh, Lord ! and coffee and cigars ordered for the 
gentlemen in this here room at once. Well, well, we 
ain't no match for the women in this house [^laughs'], 



THE OTHER FELLOW 11 

an' the worst of it is, Lord Deyncourt thinks nobody 

can't tell him nothink about 'em. 

\_Exit L., to dining-room. Enter Mrs. Hartley, 
R., ushered in by Mills. She is a plmnp little 
widow of forty, ve?y pretty and talkative and 
a little over-dressed, tising a lorgnette because 
she is Clearsighted, and a fan becaicse she is 
easily over heated. '\ 

Mills. 

Lady Jane was here a moment ago ; I will speak to 
her. 

Mrs. Hartley. 

\_Using lorgnette and seeing coffee. '\ Haven't you 
made a mistake ? This must be the wrong room. 

Mills. 

Ho, no ! There ain't no wrong rooms in this 
house. Lady Jane occupies 'em all in turn. She 
give me hexplicit orders to show her callers in here 
to-day. ^£xit l.] 

Mrs. Hartley.. 
Dear, dear me. Jane goes a little too far. If 
Richard Aylward wasn't the most good-natured man 
in the world, he simply would not stand it. I believe 
on the whole he rather hkes it. Gives him a chance 
to pose before the world as a man that nothing can 

annoy, and \_Enter Lady Jane r.] Oh, here 

you are. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
Ah, Mrs. Hartley? Glad to see you. \_Greeti71gs.'] 



12 THE OTHER FELLOW 

Mrs. Hartley. 

Jane, I have come here in great haste to tell you a 
bit of news and to ask your assistance. I did not 
wait for luncheon even. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
Indeed ? You will take luncheon with me, then ? 

Mrs. Hartley. 
What, here? 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
Yes, here. Why not ? 

Mrs. Hartley. 
Look there. \Iiidicating table R.] 

Lady Jane Aylward. 

Do coffee and cigars on the right prevent luncheon 
on the left ? 

Mrs. Hartley. 
But gentlemen 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
But ladies 

Mrs. Hartley. 

Oh, Jane, you are incorrigible. Still, it's your own 
affair. I can stand it if you can. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 

Very well. Tell me your news, and then come to 
my room. 

Mrs. Hartley. 
\Taki71g chair l. ; Jane sits beside her.'] Of course 
you know that Helen Castledown has thrown Gerald 
over. 



THE OTHER FELLOW 13 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
Oh, yes, that is the talk of the town. Good news, 
too, for Gerald. Poor match every way. 

Mrs. Hartley. 
Yes, I suppose it was. He is too serious for her, 
and she — well, every one knows what she is. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
Hold on, there, Mrs. Hartley, I rather like her, you 
know. 

Mrs. Hartley. 
I'm not surprised. It is her independence that 
pleases you. Lady Castledown certainly does as she 
likes — with most of us. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
Excepting Richard. 

Mrs. Hartley. 
Hm ! Has she ever tackled Richard ? 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
Heaven forbid ! 

Mrs. Hartley. 
Well, why don't you ask me for my news? 

Lady Jane Aylward. 

I thought you had told it. 

Mrs. Hartley. 

[Usijig fan.^ Bless your heart! Am I a woman 
that would go without my luncheon and brave such 
heat as this to tell you a bit of news that has been 
hawked about all the clubs and drawing-rooms in 



14 THE OTHER FELLOW 

London for three whole weeks ? No, my dear. My 
news is absolutely fresh. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
Let's have it, then, without delay. 

Mrs. Hartley. 

You knew, of course, that my brother, Sir Edward 
Hammond, was dead. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 

\_Taking out her handkerchief 7^ Yes, certainly, I 
knew that. 

Mrs. Hartley. 

There, there, put up your handkerchief. We won't 
have any semblance of grief Poor Edward was the 
most trying creature imaginable. One never knew 
what atrocity he would commit next. This beats 
everything that's gone before. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
I suppose he couldn't help it. 

Mrs. Hartley. 
Help it ? Of course he could help it. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
Did he kill himself? 

Mrs. Hartley. 

Jane Aylward, what are you talking about? Ed- 
ward commit suicide ? He was too fond of living and 
bothering other people to Ao that. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
Well, then, how could he help dying ? 



THE OTHER FELLOW 15 

Mrs. Hartley. 

I never said he could, but he needn't have left all 
his money to his wife's niece, Marjory Heathcote, 
and cut Gerald Hartley off with a beggarly allowance 
that wouldn't keep a mouse alive. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 

Has he done that ? 

Mrs. Hartley. 

He has done that, after adopting Gerald and bring- 
ing him up as his son and heir. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 

That's a stiffish dose for Gerald, just now, too, 
when he is down on his luck, matrimonially. Did 
Helen Castledown know this — when she 

Mrs. Hartley. 

Jilted him ? I think not. At any rate, we'll give 
her the benefit of the doubt. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
By the way, Marjory Heathcote comes here to-day. 

Mrs. Hartley. 
Marjory Heathcote — here ? How is that ? 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
She is a connection of curs on her mother's side. 
Her mother died young and left her a mere baby. 
She came with her nurse and lived with us until her 
father married again. On her father's death, two 
years ago, Richard was appointed one of her guard- 
ians. She has been living with the other guardian, an 
uncle, a poor curate, down in Berkshire. 



16 THE OTHER FELLOW 

Mrs. Hartley. 
Nice girl ? 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
I dare say, as girls go. Haven't seen her myself 
for years. Pretty child, but allowed to vegetate, as 
she had no prospects. 

Mrs. Hartley. 
Poor Edward has changed all that. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
She wrote that she wished to come to London to 
consult Richard on business. 

Mrs. Hartley. 

Depend upon it, Jane, the business is in connection 
with this legacy, and Richard knows all about it. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
Very likely. 

Mrs. Hartley. 
And hasn't told you ? How exasperating. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 

Mrs. Hartley, living with Richard is an education. 

Mrs. Hartley. 

Well, how you two get on surpasses me. I should 
simply die of exasperation if he was my brother; but 
there, that is your affair. To return to our muttons — 
lambs, I should say. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
Gerald and Marjory ? 



THE OTHER FELLOW 17 

Mrs. Hartley. 

Yes. Now, listen, Jane. I can see only one way 
out of this difficulty. Gerald must marry the girl, and 
you and I must arrange it. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 

It strikes me, Mrs. Hartley, that you are jumping 
at conclusions. 

Mrs. Hartley. 

I always jump. Never should arrive at any if I 
didn't. 

\_Enter Stiles zvith luncheon service for three ; 
arranges it on table l.] 

Lady Jane Aylward. 

Luncheon will be ready directly. Come with me. 
\^Crosses to R.] Stiles, I am expecting a visitor 
shortly — a young lady. Send her to me if she comes 
before we return. 

[^Exeunt Lady Jane ajtd Mrs. Hartley, r.] 

Stiles. 
^Zayino- table. '\ If this don't beat the Dutch ! 
Well, well, times 'ave changed since I was young. 

Mills. 
[^At door, c] This way, miss, the ladies is in 
here. \_Retires.'\ 

\_Enter Marjory timidly. She is an extremely 
attractive girl of nineteen, ivith rather a child- 
ish manner, big, innocent blue eyes, and a tend- 
ency to pout. She is dressed in as picturesque 
a costume as is compatible zvith her having 



18 THE OTHER FELLOW 

traveled from the country on a hot summer's 
day."] 

Marjory Heathcote. 

\^Aside.'] No one here, and they knew I was 
coming. \_To Stiles, who is busy at table, l.] Oh, 
Mr. Stiles, don't you know me ? 

Stiles. 

\_Bowing.'\ Beggin' yer pardon — ugh ! Can't say 
as I do. 

Marjory Heathcote. 
\_Gomg up to him, pulling his coat and speaking 
like a child.'\ Dear Mr. Stiles, have you got a pain ? 

Stiles. 
Lord bless my soul ! if it hain't little Miss Marjory 
growed up ! I'm glad to see yer, miss, indeed 1 am, 
if I may be permitted to say so. 

Marjory Heathcote. 
Of course you can say so. Haven't I sat on your 
knee many a time in the housekeeper's room ? 

Stiles. 
I — ahem — I wouldn't speak o' that afore Lady 
Jane, if I was you. 

Marjory Heathcote. 
But I was such a mite then. 

Stiles. 
[Chuckling.'] Half- past four. That's what you 
told cook. 



THE OTHER FELLOW 19 

Marjory Heathcote. 
[With dignify.'] But I'm a young lady now, and I 
am to be presented — and — where are they all ? 

Stiles. 
The gentlemen are at luncheon, and Lady Jane, 
she just left horders that the new arrival, that must be 
you, miss, was to be showed to her room directly she 
arrived, and your maid 

Marjory Heathcote. 
Oh, I haven't any maid. My uncle brought me to 
the door, and left a message for Cousin Richard. 

Stiles. 
Hm ! Lord Deyncourt. 

Marjory Heathcote. 
Yes, Lord Deyncourt, my Cousin Richard. 

Stiles. 
Shall I show you to your room now ? 

Marjory Heathcote. 
Wait a moment, Mr. Stiles. 

Stiles. 

I wouldn't say mister, if I was you, now that you 
are growed up. 

Marjory Heathcote. 
But you are so old, you know 

Stiles. 

\_Very erecf] H'm. There are older men, Miss 
Marjory. 



20 THE OTHER EELLOW 

Marjory Heathcote. 
Are there, really 1 I never saw any. 

Stiles. 
[Stiffly.'] This way, miss. 

Marjory Heathcote. 

Oh, please. Stiles, don't get angry. You seem 
just as young as you did when I was a baby. 

Stiles. 
[Mollified.'] Thank you, miss. 

Marjory Heathcote. 

[Aside.] He was as old as Methuselah then. [To 
Stiles.] I want you to tell me something. I 
wouldn't ask, but I do so wish to know. Is Mr. 
Gerald Hartley lunching here to-day? 

Stiles. 

Yes, miss, he's here. He's pretty generally found 
along with Lord Richard. [Laughter heard in din- 
ing-room, L.] Hark ! that's him a-laughing. 

Marjory Heathcote. 
Laughing ? Stiles, are you sure that he is laugh- 
ing ? How can he ? 

Stiles. 
Lord, Miss Marjory. A man must be down on his 
luck indeed, when he can't laugh at one of our 
luncheons. 

Marjory Heathcote. 

[To herself.] I am glad he isn't completely 
crushed. 



THE OTHER FELLOW 21 

Stiles. 
Perhaps, miss, he didn't care such a deal for the 
lady. 

Marjory Heathcote. 
The lady ? What lady ? 

Stiles. 
Why, the lady as jilted him — Lady Castledown. 

Marjory Heathcote. 
Lady Castledown jilted Gerald Hartley ? When ? 
Stiles. 

That isn't for the likes of me to know, miss. But 
it's not so long since. 

Marjory Heathcote. 

\_Aside.'] What sort of a man is he? Jilted and 
disinherited, and still able to laugh. \_Fause.'\ 
Stiles, you and I used to be awfully good friends, 
, didn't we ? 

Stiles. 

We was, miss, we was. 

Marjory Heathcote. 
And you used to — to — let me do things, didn't you ? 

Stiles. 
If my memory don't fail me, miss, you was gin- 
erally a-doin' of something. 

Marjory Heathcote. 

\_Edgi71g to7vards entrance to dining-room, l.] Do 
you remember, when I was very, very small, how you 
used to let me peep at the dinner parties ? 



22 THE OTHER FELLOW 

Stiles. 

Lord, yes, Miss Marjory. You was a terrible child 
to tease m them days, and Mr. Richard he spoiled you 
a bit, beggin' yer ladyship's pardon. 

Marjory Heathcote. 

{^Drawing curtain l.] And you used to draw the 
curtain so. 

Stiles. 

No, miss, I drawed it this way, an' you put yer 
little head under my arm so, and 

Marjory Heathcote. 
We peeped. 

Stiles. 
Just so, miss. 

Marjory Heathcote. 
And I saw Cousin Richard. 

Stiles. 

Yes, yes. 

Marjory Heathcote, 

And he always had his best friend on his right. 
Who is the gentleman on his right to-day ? 

Stiles. 
[Drawing curtain.'] Miss Marjory, you ain't a 
baby no longer, an' this ain't becomin' a young lady 
in your position. 

Marjory Heathcote. 

\_Very erect.] Stiles, answer my question. I com- 
mand you. 



THE OTHER FELLOW 23 

Stiles. 
\_Chuckling.'\ If you was to stamp your little foot 
now, Lord, how you'd take me back. 

Marjory Heathcote. 
Stiles. 

Stiles. 

\Sober.'\ I beg yer pardon, miss. The gentleman 
is Mr. Gerald Hartley. 

Marjory Heathcote. 
\With dignity. '\ Thank you, Stiles. You may 
show me to my room. \_Bell rings. '\ 

Stiles. 

[Hobbling to door r. u. e.] I'm wanted, miss. 
I'll send Mills directly. 

[^Exit Stiles r. u. e. Enter Gerald Hartley 
L. He is a fine looking, clean shaven mati of 
about thirty, with a serious manner. A mem- 
ber of Parliame?it, ivith still further political 
ambitions. ~\ 

Marjory Heathcote. 
\_Astde.'] How he must hate me. 

Gerald Hartley. 
I beg pardon. 

Marjory Heathcote. 

[ Turning and discovering Gerald. ] I said, ' ' How 
he must hate me," and I meant you. 

[^Looking intently at Gerald.] 

Gerald Hartley. 
I hate you ? I do not understand. 



24 THE OTHER FELLOW 

Marjory Heathcote. 
Of course you don't. How could you? 

Gerald Hartley. 

It seems to me, begging your pardon, that you are 
talking nonsense. 

Marjory Heathcote. 
Oh, you won't think so when I tell you who I am. 

Gerald Hartley. 

I hardly see how that knowledge can convert non- 
sense into sense. 

Marjory Heathcote. 
You are Mr. Gerald Hartley, are you not ? 

Gerald Hartley. 

As you have never seen me before, I don't know 
how you have arrived at that conclusion, but I am 
Gerald Hartley, at your service. 

Marjory Heathcote. 
And I — am — Marjory Heathcote. 

Gerald Hartley. 
I suspected as much. 

Marjory Heathcote. 
How coolly you take it. I should think you would 
simply want to — to — murder me. 

Gerald Hartley. 
On the contrary, I think I shall rather like you. 
Of course I feel a little sore about being disinherited. 
It interferes with my prospects, and 



THE OTHER FELLOW 25 

Marjory Heathcote. 

Oh, but it doesn't at all. I've come to London to 
give up everything. 

Gerald Hartley. 

Now, you are talking nonsense, pure and simple. 

Marjory Heathcote. 

Indeed, I am not. You are Sir Edward's proper 
successor, and I don't want to be an heiress. I give 
the estate to you, and we shall be comfortable all 
round. 

Gerald Hartley. 

This is absurd. An estate isn't a toy that you can 
give away because you don't fancy it. 

Marjory Heathcote. 
Fancy it? I positively hate it. 

Gerald Hartley. 

It is unfortunate, as you will have to make the best 
of it. 

Marjory Heathcote. 
There is no best to it. You simply must accept 
this legacy. Otherwise we shall be placed in a most 
painful situation. 

Gerald Hartley. 
Miss Heathcote, you alarm me. 

Marjory Heathcote. 
Do you come here often ? 



26 THE OTHER FELLOW 

Gerald Hartley. 
Pretty well. Deyncourt Terrace is one of my 
haunts. 

Marjory Heathcote. 
Then the sooner this business is settled the better. 

Gerald Hartley. 
I do not understand. 

Marjory Heathcote. 
That is because you are a man, and men are so 
dense. Don't you know what every one says already ? 

Gerald Hartley. 
What every one says ? About what ? 

Marjory Heathcote. 
Why, you and me. 

Gerald Hartley. 

About you and me? I should hardly think that 
people would trouble themselves about us collectively. 

Marjory Heathcote. 

Oh, but they do. And you ought to — to — have 
sense enough to — to help me. 

Gerald Hartley. 

Really, Miss Heathcote, you alarm me. If you 
will state the case a little more clearly, I will see what 
I can do. What does every one say ? 

Marjory Heathcote. 

Well, if we have got to meet often, you may as well 
know the worst at once. I — I can't imagine anything 
more dreadful. They say — every one says, when they 



THE OTHER FELLOW 27 

hear about Sir Edward's will, that — that you and I 
will have to marry. 

Gerald Hartley. 
The deuce they do. 

Marjory Heathcote. 

You needn't swear about it. It is bad enough 
without that. 

Gerald Hartley. 

I beg your pardon, I was taken by surprise. People 
have no right to — to say such things. As a man of 
honor, you see, it would be out of the question as far 
as I am concerned. 

Marjory Heathcote. 

And I — I wouldn't marry you if there wasn't an- 
other man in the world. 

Gerald Hartley. 
Hm ! Thank you. 

Marjory Heathcote. 

So now we can be friends, and we will get Cousin 
Richard to settle everything. 

Gerald Hartley. 

We can be friends, as you say, but I fail to see how 
anything is to be settled between us. The property is 
yours. 

Marjory Heathcote. 

I was afraid you would be disagreeable. 

[Enter Mills, r.] 



28 THE OTHER FELLOW 

Mills. 
This way, miss, my lady's woman is waiting. 

Gerald Hartley. 

I hope, later, to be properly introduced. Until 
then 

Marjory Heathcote. 

You are far worse than I expected. 

\_Exit, followed by Mills, r.] 

Gerald Hartley. 

\_Meditating.'\ Jilted by one woman, and told by a 
chit of nineteen that she wouldn't marry me if I was 
the only man on earth. Dick Aylward need lose no 
sleep over my matrimonial prospects. By the way, I 
wonder where the servants are ? I shall have to fetch 
the pen and ink myself. 

\_Exit r. Enter Mixter and Cuatyiy^ld from 
dining-rooniy l. Mixter is a shorty stout, 
clean-shaven, conifuonplace man of thirty-eight 
or forty, without polish, but dressed 7nuch 
more smartly than the other men. Chatfield 
is a handsome young fellow of twenty-six, with 
close-cropped, curly hair, which grows low on 
his forehead, a small moustache, large sleepy 
eyes, which he uses to great adva7itage, a lazy 
manner, but with a military bearing which 
indicates his profession. "^ 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
Wonder where Hartley is ? He's been a deuce of 
a while getting that ink. 



THE OTHER FELLOW 29 

William Mixter. 
Don't see him anywhere. I say, for a man that's 
down on his luck, he takes it easy. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
What, being jilted? S'pose he don't really care. 
Helen Castledown's a bad lot, anyway. , 

William Mixter. 
How, bad ? What do you mean ? 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 

Don't pull in harness. Likes her head. Apt to 
bolt. 

William Mixter. 
Oh, I see. Handsome ? 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
Never seen her? Well, old fellow, you've some- 
thing to live for. Handsome? She's a beauty down 
to the ground. Not a blemish. Couldn't mate her in 
London. Doubt if you could on the two continents. 

William Mixter. 

And our friend Hartley lets her throw him over 
without a groan. \_Crosses to r. of table r.] 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
Well, you see they didn't hit it off together, and I 
s'pose 'twas mutual. 

William Mixter. 

H'm. I should like to meet the handsomest woman 
in London. [Sits r. of table.'] S'pose, Chatfield, 
that I could get an introduction ? 



30 THE OTHER FELLOW 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
Can't say. You see it would be out of the question 
to ask Hartley, and Lord Deyncourt is a bit stiffish. 
Don't like her myself, but still 

William Mixter. 
I say* Chatfield, what are you driving at ? 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
Well, notwithstanding her faults, she is Lady 
Castledown, you know, and you 

William Mixter. 
Anything the matter with me ? 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
Well, you must admit yourself that you are only a 
plain American citizen. [Sits l. of table r.] 

William Mixter. 

Oh, I see. \ 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 

No offense intended. 

William Mixter. 

None taken. Oh, no. I understand, then, that 
you and your friends refuse to present a plain Ameri- 
can citizen to the handsomest woman in London with 
no reputation to speak of 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
Sir ! 

William Mixter. 
Beg pardon, I took your word for it, — because she 
happens to belong to the British aristocracy. 



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Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 

Oh, come, don't go off like that. If you want an 
introduction, I dare say I can manage it. 

William Mixter. 
Ain't you one of them — the aristocracy, I mean ? 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 

Oh, well, younger sons don't count. We can do 
pretty much as we like. \_Enter Gerald with writing 
materials and places them on table r. Stands back of 
table.'] I say, Hartley, what's up ? 

\^Enter Stiles, l., with luncheon ; places it on 
table, L.] 

Gerald Hartley. 
Stiles, look here, what are you about ? 

Stiles. 
Lady Jane hasn't had her luncheon yet. 

Gerald Hartley. 
And she takes it here ? 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
The deuce she does. 

Stiles. 

Them's her orders, sir. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 

Wliew ! 

\_Enter Lord Deyncourt, l., with paper in 
hand. Gentlemen rise. He is a tall, rather 
loosely built, extremely plain 7nan of thirty -six, 
with a lojig moustache, and hair rather longer 



32 THE OTHER FELLOW 

than is usually worn, clad in a tweed traveling 
suit, not particularly well fitting. His move- 
ments are rather clmnsy, and there is nothing 
to indicate that he is a person of rank. He 
has a pleasant voice, and speaks in slow, 
slightly drawling accents.'] 

Lord Deyncourt. 
I say, fellows, our matrimonial discussion has ma- 
terialized. I've got a scheme to lay before you. 
Stiles, bring the coffee. \_Approaches table, L. Stiles 
hobbles towards door, l.] Hold on a minute, Stiles. 
What's this? 

Stiles. 
My lady's orders, sir. Luncheon for three. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
Here and now? ^ 
Stiles. 
Them's her orders, sir. I made bold to remind 
her ladyship, sir, that you'd also give orders 

Lord Deyncourt. 
Get the coffee. It's all right. [Exit Stiles l.] 

[Deyncourt goes to table r., sits back of table. 
Chatfield and Mixter sit l. and R. respect- 
ively. Gerald crosses to table l., sits r. of it.] 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
\Aside to Mixter.] It would take more than Lady 
Jane to rattle Dick Aylward. 

William Mixter. 
Quite so. I agree with you. 



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Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
Damn it, what do you know about it ? 

William Mixter. 
Took your word for it. See ? 

Lord Deyncourt. 
We all agreed, just now, did we not, that marrying 
for love is about the most senseless think a man can 
do? 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
Well, that depends on circumstances, doesn't it? 

Lord Deyncourt. 
Oh, come, Tommy, don't hark back now. Of 
course marriage as an institution is a necessity, but 
what the deuce has love to do with it ? 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
Well, you see, Deyncourt — it — so to speak — sug- 
gests it. You can't deny that. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
I suppose, for instance, being bachelors of a suita- 
ble age, you have all been in love more or less. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
Hm ! Rather more than less. 

William Mixter. 

Your own experience must answer that question, 
Lord Deyncourt. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
You may leave me out. 



34 THE OTHER FELLOW 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
Deyncourt doesn't count where the women are con- 
cerned. He is impervious to their charms. 

William Mixter. 

Quite so, I agree with you. 

[Chatfield glares at Mixter.] 

Lord Deyncourt. 

Gerald, you don't answer, but as we all know your 
recent experience 

Gerald Hartley. 
Suppose we leave my private affairs out, also. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
But we can't, you see; it is to save fellows like you 
from such experiences that I have formulated this 
scheme. 

Gerald Hartley. 

Oh, I say, Dick, what practical joke are you going 
to play on us now ? 

Lord Deyncourt. 

There is no joke about it. I tell you it is in dead 
earnest. You all admit that you have been in love. 
No doubt the object of your devotion at that time was 
faultless. Would you marry her now ? Answer me, 
Tommy ? 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 

Well, h'm, there have been so — so many. I've 
been in love off and on ever since I left the nursery, 
and, well, of course, I couldn't marry them all, you 
know. 



THE OTHER FELLOW 35 

Lord Deyncourt. 
They've all angled for you, Tommy. You will 
admit that. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 

Oh, yes, you're right there, and caught me most of 
them, too. But then, you see, they chucked me back 
into the water as soon as they tired of me. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
For which you should be devoudy thankful. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
Well, that depends, you know, on who does the 
chucking. 

William Mixter. 
That's so. 

Gerald Hartley. 
I say, Dick, what are you driving at ? 

Lord Deyncourt. 

Tommy has just demonstrated in a fishy manner 
that we are all at the mercy of women, and I have 
tried to show you that love makes an idiot of a man. 
Now if, when a man is in his right mind, presumably 
not in love, he would give his friends the necessary 
authority over him to control him when he is out of 
his right mind, presumably in love, marriage would 
not be such a failure as it seems at the present time. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 

[Puzzled. '\ Mind saying that over again, Deyn- 
court? I don't quite twig it. 



36 THE OTHER FELLOW 

William Mixter. 

Quite so, Captain Chatfield. I don't catch on, 
either. 

Gerald Hartley. 

It's fortunate, Dick, that you were not destined for 
the bar. Your reasoning is exceedingly obtuse. 
Perhaps you can explain yourself. 

Lord Deyncourt. 

Of course. It is all clear to me, but I may have 
to appeal to your legal mind. Hartley, to make my 
deductions appear logical. Don't you see that when 
a hian is in love, his first impulse is to rush off and 
propose marriage. The lady may be a most unsuit- 
able person, but he doesn't realize that in his de- 
mented condition. Now, if his friends had control 
of him, they would naturally keep him in check until 
he cooled off, so to speak, and then the chances are 
that he would never propose at all. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
Oh, that's your little game. 

Gerald Hartley. 
Our remaining bachelors up to the present time 
seems to prove us capable of managing our own 
affairs. 

Lord Deyncourt, 

Luck and chance, Gerald ; nothing else. You've 
just escaped a most unsuitable marriage by an uncom- 
monly narrow shave. You might not get off so easy 
a second time. 



THE OTHER FELLOW 37 

Gerald Hartley. 
There will be no second time. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
I'll be hanged if I can see what all this amounts to. 
{Enter Stiles with coffee^ which he serves dur- 
ing conversation.'] 

Lord Deyncourt. 
It amounts to just this. We bachelors must make 
a stand against the women, and every great move- 
ment must be started by somebody. I propose to 
start, here and now, a society for the Protection of 
Bachelors. Gerald, will you write out this agreement 
which I have drawn up ? Then we will all sign. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
I doubt if signing any document would help me 
where the women are concerned. I'd come a cropper 
every time, if she were pretty and wanted to throw me. 

Lord Deyncourt, 
This will save you. 

Gerald Hartley. 
Look here, Deyncourt, aren't you carrying this a 
little too far ? 

Lord Deyncourt. 
Not a bit of it. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
I say. You'll put us up to the ropes before you ask 
us to sign ? 

William Mixter. 
Quite so. I'm a little cautious about my signature. 



38 THE OTHER FELLOW 

We Americans don't put our names to every paper 
that is placed before us. 

Gerald Hartley. 
Come, Dick, let's have your scheme. Read it out. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
Of course we pledge ourselves to secrecy. Stiles, 
you are no longer needed. \_Exit Stiles, l.] This is 
the agreement which each of us will sign. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
Oh, so you are going to sign, also ? 

Lord Deyncourt. 
Oh, yes, as a mere form. This is the idea. 
[Reads. '] ''I promise, upon my honor as a gentle- 
man, that if from this time forth I should at any time 
form the intention of asking a lady to become my 
wife, I will at once call a meeting of this society to 
consider my intention and to make such inquiries as 
may be deemed necessary. I also promise, upon my 
honor as a gentleman, that if a majority of this so- 
ciety decides against the lady in question, I will, for 
the space of one year, hold no communication with 
her whatever, verbal or written, direct or indirect." 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
That finishes me. I've always had hopes of an 
elderly heiress in the end. But, great Scott ! no 
woman, however old and passe, would stand absolute 
desertion for a whole year. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
But, my dear fellow, you don't understand. The 



THE OTHER FELLOW 39 

elderly heiress is most suitable in your case, and we 
should doubtless all decide in her favor. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
[With a groan.'] No doubt of that. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
Come, Gerald, write this out in proper form. 
\_Lookmg at watch.] I leave for the Continent in less 
than an hour, and we must use despatch. 

[Gerald writes. Stiles and Mills ejiter l. 
with luncheon. Mills holds tray while Stiles 
places luncheon on table l. Stiles goes up to 
conservatory. Mills takes tray out and re- 
turns with napkin over arm ; waits at table l.] 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
I say, we ought to have a president. 

William Mixter. 
I propose Lord Deyncourt. 

Gerald Hartley. 
I second the motion. \_Continues to write.] 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
Contrary minded ? 'Tis a vote. 

\_Shake ha7ids with Deyncourt. Resume seats 
after business of shaking hands.] 

William Mixter. 

Do I understand that if, in point of fact, if any of 
us — ahem ! 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
Gets bowled over. 



40 THE OTHER FELLOW 

William Mixter. 

Quite so, bowled over is good ; then if any of us 
gets bowled over, that person is to communicate the 
fact to the president of this society, and he will call a 
meeting at once, to — in short — to pass judgment on 
the lady ? 

Lord Deyncourt. 

You have grasped the situation, Mixter. 

\_Enter ladies from conservatory, Mrs. Hartley, 
Marjory and Lady Jane. Stiles, at con- 
servatory door ushers them inJ\ 

Stiles. 

\_Bowing as ladies enter. '\ Luncheon is served. 
[Mills at table with napkin over his ar??i seats 
ladies, etc. Gentleitien rise.'\ 

Lady Jane Aylward. 

Don't let us disturb you, gentlemen. We are en- 
tirely independent. Keep to your own side of the 
room, if you please. 

Lord Deyncourt. 

Good-morning, Mrs. Hartley. Marjory? When 
did you come ? Glad to see you, my dear. 

\^Greets her."] 

Marjory Heathcote. 

Thank ,you, Cousin Richard, and I am glad to be 
here. 

Lord Deyncourt. 

Gerald. \_Aside.'] Oh, by Jove, I forgot. [To 
Gerald.] The heiress. Do you mind being pre- 
sented ? 



THE OTHER FELLOW 41 

Gerald Hartley. 
On the contrary, 1 shall be most happy to make the 
acquaintance of 

Lord Deyncourt. 
Miss Marjory Heathcote— Mr. Gerald Hartley. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
Marjory, luncheon is ready. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
\_Astde to Richard.'] I say, Deyncourt, don't leave 
me out. She's deuced pretty. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
Mr. Chatfield, Mr. Mixter, my cousin Miss Heath- 
cote. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 

Marjory, sit down.' 

[Ail seat themselves, Lady Jane, back of table 
l., Marjory, r., Mrs. Hartley, l.. Stiles 
and Mills both wait. Gentlemen light cigar- 
ettes. Stiles later crosses to table R., and 
pours coffee. ~\ 

Mrs. Hartley. 
Gerald, come here. I've something to say to you. 

Gerald Hartley. 
Directly, aunt. I have a matter of business to at- 
tend to first. 

Mrs. Hartley. 
That is so Hke my nephew, Miss Heathcote. He 
never lets pleasure interfere with his duty. 

[Marjory coi/ghs."] 



42 THE OTHER FELLOW 

Lord Deyncourt. 
I hope, Marjory, that you don't mind a little smoke, 
because 

Marjory Heathcote. 
Oh, no. Cousin Richard \cotighs agatji], I — I 
rather like it. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 

\_Holding cigarette.'] In the presence of ladies — 
really — you know. \_Exit Mills i^.,for coffee.] 

Lady Jane Aylward. 

Captain Chatfield, the presence of ladies does not 
affect the situation. When woman occupies her 
proper sphere, men will have no further need to apolo- 
gize. 

William Mixter. 
Quite so. I agree with Lady Aylward. 
Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
Confound you, Mixter. Know what you are talk- 
ing about ? 

William Mixter. 
Not the remotest idea. Always agree with the 
ladies. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
Mrs. Hartley, does tobacco affect you ? 

Mrs. Hartley. 
Richard Aylward, don't appeal to me. I said I'd 
stay to luncheon and see Jane through, and I mean to 
do it — if — if I choke to death. 

\_Enter Mills; hands tray with coffee to Stiles.] 



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Lord Deyncourt. 
Bravo ! That's real feminine pluck. Particularly 
when you don't set yourself up as a woman with ad- 
vanced ideas. 

Mrs. Hartley. 
Heaven forbid. [Stiles /^//rj- coffee fable R.J 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
Stiles, the bread. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
Stiles, fill my cup. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
Stiles, the mayonnaise. [Business with Stiles.] 

Lord Deyncourt. 
Jane, I particularly desire Stiles to wait on me. 
Mills is at your service. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
And if I prefer Stiles ? 

Lord Deyncourt. 
Your preference will, in this case, give way to mine. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
Stiles, come here. [Stiles crosses to Lady Jane.] 

Lord Deyncourt. 

Stiles ! [Stiles hesitates between the tables?^ 
Stiles 1 [Stiles crosses to Deyncourt.] I leave for 
Switzerland in forty minutes. Go pack your port- 
manteau. For the present, you will act as my valet. 



44 THE OTHER FELLOW 

Stiles. 
Yes, sir. \_Aside.^ O, them mountings ! 

Lady Jane Aylward. 

Surely, Richard, you are not going to take that 
fossil abroad with you ? 

Lord Deyncourt. 
That is my intention. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
How absurd ! For what? 

Lord Deyncourt. 
To secure his services. 

Mrs. Hartley. 

Richard Aylward, if you will allow an old friend to 
interfere, it seems to me, that — well — to put it plainly, 
you are carrying this joke a little too far. Poor 
Stiles is better off here with Jane. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
Stiles, have you anything to say? 

Stiles. 

Stiles [c] Nothin', my Lord, nothin'. I'll take 
my chances with the mountings. 

[Exit L. Chatfield a?id Mixter co7Jie forward.'] 

William Mixter. 

Look here. Captain Chatfield, I don't catch on. 
What's the row ? 

Capt. Thomas -Chatfield. 
Oh, nothing. Lady Jane gets the bits between her 



THE OTHER FELLOW 45 

teeth occasionally, and then Deyncourt puts on the 
curb. When he can't get her past old Stiles, he re- 
moves him. 

William Mixter. 
I see. Fine woman. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
Oh, Jane's all right. A bit strong minded. Got a 
weak spot, though. 

William Mixter. 
Head or heart ? 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
Can't say. Wants to marry me. 

William Mixter. 
Whew ! 

Gerald Hartley. 

[Sifting erect.'] That's done. 

[Deyncourt takes paper and looks it over. 

Gentlemen stand about table R. Gerald 
rises.] 

Mrs. Hartley. 
Jane, you have a most excellent cook. ' 

Lady Jane Aylward. 

Whatever I do, Mrs. Hartley, it is my intention to 
do it well. Woman's sphere is unbounded. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
Jane hits the nail on the head. 



46 THE OTHER FELLOW 

William Mixter. 
Just so. 

Lord Deyncourt. 

This seems to be drawn up in good form. It only 
awaits signature. \_Hands pen to Gerald]. 

Gerald Hartley. 

[Backing towards ladies.'] I really — the more I 
think of it 

Lord Deyncourt. 

What business have you to think at all? You 
agreed to sign. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 

[Sighing.] Oh, yes, we all agreed. Where's the 
pen? 

Lord Deyncourt. 
Here. But we'll have Hartley's name first. 

Marjory Heathcote. 
Cousin Jane, what are they doing? Do you sup- 
pose it has anything to do with me and my legacy ? 

Lady Jane Aylward. 

Don't begin to bother your little head about the 
foolish vagaries of men. 

Mrs. Hartley. 
But, really, now, I hope they won't inveigle Gerald 
into signing anything against his better judgment. 
His prospects are poor enough as it is. 

[Gerald crosses to ladies.] 



THE OTHER FELLOW 47 

Lord Deyncourt. 

Gerald, I am convinced this will be your only 
chance of salvation. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 

I say, Deyncourt, do you believe Lady Castledown 
could whistle him back now ? 

Lord Deyncourt. 
If it would amuse her, yes. 

William Mixter. 
And throw him over again ? 

Lord Deyncourt. 
If it would amuse her. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
Oh, she's a flirt down to the ground. 

\_Exit Mills.] 

Mrs. Hartley. 
I believe they are talking about Helen Castledown. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 

It is a shame, when she isn't here to defend her- 
self. [^Rising.'] Richard, I protest. 

Lord Deyncourt. 

Jane, ''keep to your own side of the room, if you 
please." 

Lady Jane Aylward. 

Richard, the whole room is mine, when gentlemen 
choose to slander an absent woman. 



48 THE OTHER FELLOW 

Lord Deyncourt. 
Slander ! Helen Castledown ? Ha, ha, ha. 

William Mixter. 

I say, Chatfield, she must be the very deuce of a 
woman. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 

Well, you see, she's so damned heartless. Throw 
a" man over without the least compunction. I can 
forgive a woman for being wicked — ain't over and 
above good myself — but I'll be hanged if I can for- 
give one who has no heart. 

William Mixter. 

I agree — [Chatfield looks at Mixter warnmgly] 
— ahem ! 

Lord Deyncourt. 

The lady in question deserves no mercy at our 
hands. She has only herself to blame. You will 
admit that, all of you. She started in fair enough. 
Everything in her favor, youth, beauty, wealth. She 
had hardly left the schoolroom when she threw 
herself away on Castledown. Everybody knew what 
he was, and everybody opposed the match. He — 
well — he drank himself to death in due time. It was 
not what you might call a happy marriage. Dur- 
ing her brief widowhood she has flirted — mind, I do 
not exaggerate — when I say, she has flirted with every 
man who has come in her way, and who could aitiuse 
her. She 

Gerald Hartley. 

[Interrupting.'] I think, Dick, we need not go 
into all that. 



THE OTHER FELLOW 49 

Lord Deyncourt. 
Naturally, as you were her last victim. 

Mrs. Hartley. 

Well, Jane, even you will admit that Helen is a 
flirt. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
I tell you it would be impossible to slander 



Mills. \_At r., announces. '\ Lady Castledown. 
\_Enter Lady Castledown, r., from conserva- 
tory. She is a tall, beautiful woman of 
twenty four, with a fine figure, irresistible 
eyes, and a fascinating matiner that attracts 
all men to her without a,pparent effort on her 
part. She is dressed in a walking costume 
and a picture hat, which are creations in 
millinery and add as greatly as possible to her 
natural charms. All stand. Momentary 
embarrassment. ] 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Do I intrude ? 

Lady Jane Aylward. 

\_G reeling Lady Castledown.] On the contrary, 
your arrival is most opportune. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Thank you. 

William Mixter. 
Ahem ! [Chatfield glares at Mixter.] 



50 THE OTHER FELLOW 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
\_Aside to Deyncourt.] Richard ! 

Lord Deyncourt. 

Lady Castledovvn does not need my assurance that 
her presence could never be an intrusion. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 

Lord Deyncourt' s politeness can hardly veil sar- 
casm ? 

Lord Deyncourt. 
That is for Lady Castledovvn to decide. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Jane, your brother is insufferable. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
I often find him so. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 

Thank goodness, he is not my brother. Ah, Mrs. 
Hartley? [Mrs. Hartley draws herself up and 
looks coldly on Lady Castledown.] My dear Mrs. 
Hartley, if I have offended, pray accuse me. You 
and I can never hold out as enemies. We are both 
too good-natured. 

Mrs. Hartley. 
Helen Castledown, if your own conscience doesn't 
accuse you, it is no use for me to speak. 

Gerald Hartley. 
Oh, come,' my dear aunt; let bygones be bygones. 
Follow my example. \Shakes hands with Lady 
Castledown.] 



THE OTHER FELLOW 51 

Marjory Heathcote. 

[Aside to Jane.] Cousin Jane, are they still 
friends ? 

Lady Helen Castledown. 

\^Overhcaring.'] Friends? Gerald and I? Why 
of course. One can't afford to quarrel with every 
man one has refused to marry. Life would be too 
dreary. Jane, present me to this sceptical young lady. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 

Helen, this is our young cousin, Marjory Heath- 
cote. Miss Heathcote, Lady Castledown. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 

Oh, the heiress. [^Taking her hand.'\ This is in- 
teresting. My dear, we are the town's talk — you 
and I. 

Marjory Heathcote. 
I do not understand. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Of course you don't. You will later on. We 
shall run in double-harness, you and I, for the rest 
of this season, and be pointed at as the two women 
who have ruined the prospects of Mr. Gerald Hart- 
ley, the rising man of his age. 

Marjory Heathcote. 
But it isn't true. I hope to 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Make it all right ? Well, so do I. 



52 THE OTHER FELLOW 

Lord Deyncourt. * 

Gerald, will you sign this document without fur- 
ther delay ? [Gerald goes to table ajid signs.'] 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Captain Chatfield, I beg your pardon. I did not 
recognize you at first. We meet so seldom. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
That isn't my fault, you know. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Lideed ! I was under the impression that it was. 
I receive on Thursdays 

Lord Deyncourt. 
Chatfield, it is your turn next. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 

[Aside. ^ Confound his scheme. 

[Goes to table and signs. Gerald returns ta 
Marjory and Mrs. Hartley.] 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
[Looking from Mixter to Deyncourt.] Will 
Lord Deyncourt present his remaining guest ? 

Lord Deyncourt. 
[Hesitating.'] Beg pardon. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Lord Deyncourt forgets himself. Gerald 

Gerald Hartley. 
Beg pardon. 



THE OTHER FELLOW 53 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
[Aside.'] They are hedging. [Aloud.'] Mr. Chat- 
field ? [Gla7ices towards Mixter.] 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
Will Lady Casdedovvn allow me to present my 
friend, Mr. Mixter — Lady Castledown. 

William Mixter. 
[Aside.] I've got there. I usually do. 
Lady Helen Castledown. 

Mr. Mixter ! Ah, the man from America, with a 
yacht ? I am charmed. 

William Mixter. 
Thank you, Lady Castledown, but please put it, 
the man from America with the yacht. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
As you please. 

William Mixter. 

Which, let me add, is always at your ladyship's 
service. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Americans are very gallant. I have always found 
them far more interesting than Englishmen. Mr. 
Mixter, I receive on Thursdays.* 

Lord Deyncourt, 
Mixter, your signature, if you please. 

[Mixter signs.] 
Lady Jane Aylward. 
Helen, have you lunched ? 



54 THE OTHER FELLOW 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Thank you, yes. [Mixter offers pen to Deyn- 
couRT. Lady Castledown crosses to table, r.] 
May I have some coffee ? [ The gentlemen try to serve 
her.'] And a cigarette? 

Lord Deyncourt. 
[Bowhig.] Allow me. \Presents cigarettes.] 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
[^Accepting cigarettes and taking chair offered by 
Chatfield.] Jane, do you object ? 

Lady Jane Aylward. 

Certainly not. Smoking is no longer man's prerog- 
ative. 

Lord Deyncourt. 

[ With a slight inclination towards Lady Castle- 
down.] Knowing my opinion of a woman who 
smokes cigarettes, Jane would undoubtedly indulge, 
if tobacco did not make her quite ill. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Captain Chatfield, a light, please. [Lights cigarette.] 

Lord Deyncourt. 

[Signing name.] Gentlemen, you will observe that 

I sign, my name without a misgiving. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
That's more than I can say. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Will my name help the cause ? Give me the pen. 



TBE OTHER FELLOW 55 

Lord Deyncourt. 
[Folding the paper. '\ Lady Castledown's name has 
already helped the cause. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
\Rises.'\ Richard Aylward, you are in a fiendish 
mood to-day 

Lord Deyncourt. 
On the contrary, I am feeling extremely good- 
natured. 1 have just been instrumental in saving 
three fellow mortals from future misery 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Take care, lest in your zeal you have barred them 
out of Paradise. 

Stiles. 
\Door l.] The carriage is waiting, my Lord. 

Marjory Heathcote. 
Oh, Cousin Richard, you are not going now ? 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
Richard is leaving for Switzerland, Helen. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Ah, and why does Lord Deyncourt turn his back 
on London at the height of the season ? 

Lord Deyncourt. 
Possibly to escape the charms of Lady Castledown. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Stiles, keep an eye on your master; he is dan- 
gerous. 



56 THE OTHER FELLOW 

Stiles. 

I will, ray lady, I will. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 

Remember, Richard, our annual ball comes due on 
the twenty-first. Your presence is desirable. 

Marjory Heathcote. 

And Cousin Richard, my affairs are really pressing. 

Lord Deyncourt. 

A few weeks does not matter, Marjory. Gerald 
[Gerald crosses to r., and shakes hands'], good-bye, 
old fellow. 

Mrs. Hartley. 

Richard Aylward, I hope you are not running off to 
shirk your responsibilities, because 

Lord Deyncourt. 

My dear Mrs. Hartley, if absenting myself from 
the ladies, is shirking responsibilities, I plead guilty. 
YTo the men.] Remember the contract. Wire, if 
you need me. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 

\_Crossing to l.] Jane, there is mischief in that 
man's whole bearing. Depend upon it. Your brother 
and his friends have been hatching some diabolical 
scheme. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 

Then we women must combine to blast it. 



THE OTHER FELLOW 57 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 

I'll bet on the women, every time. They'll come 
in ahead. 

William Mixter. 

That's so. I agree with you. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 

Thank goodness ! for three weeks at least our lives 
and reputations are safe. 

Lord Deyncourt. 

\_Holding up paper. '\ Thank goodness, this paper 
will secure our peace of mind for all time. Au revoir, 
Lady Castledown. 

\_Gentlemen, l. Deyncourt, Lady Castle- 
down, c. Ladies^ r.] 



curtain 



ACT TWO 

Checkmated 

SCENE. — Same as Act i. Tables removed, seats 
distributed, etc. Gerald, Chatfield a?id Mix- 
TER are discovered, Gerald walking back and 
forth in deep thought at back, Chatfield sitting 
L., in dejected attitude, Mixter sitting r., in 
brown study. Gerald stands looking off 
towards the consej'vatory up r., as Chatfield 
speaks. Music from ball-room. Strains of 
waltz, ^^ Dreaming of Love,^^ from Princess 
Bonnie, during followiiig conversation. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 

\To himself. '\ This is a devilish predicament. 
AVonder where Deyncourt is? By Jove! I didn't 
think I'd come a cropper quite so soon. Nice thing, 
when you're really in love, first time in your life, ob- 
ject of your affections kind and gentle, ready to take 
the bit and pull in harness, nice thing to be brought 
up like this. \^Takes telegram from pocket and reads 
it, glancing furtively at Hartley and Mixter.] 
'' Message received. Meet me in White room, Deyn- 
court Terrace, night of ball, supper hour. Will at- 
tend to details. Deyncourt." What the devil did 
he call a meeting here for, and why the devil doesn't 
he come ? 

58 



THE OTHER FELLOW 59 

Gerald Hartley. 
,\^To himself r^ This is insufferable. To be obliged 
to lay bare the secret of one's heart before such men 
as these ! Absolutely to ask permission of a Tommy 
Chatfield and a William Mixter to approach the girl I 
wish to make my wife ! What a consummate ass I 
was to sign that paper. 

William Mixter. 
[71; himself ."^ H'm ! To think that I, a free-born 
American citizen, should get into such a box. Came 
over here to make a try at the British aristocracy. 
Well. I've got there. Don't suppose I'd have signed 
that blasted contract if it hadn't been drawn up by a 
British lord. If a common American born, ahem ! 
had asked me to put my name to such a Tomfool 
document, I'd have told him to go to thunder. Well, 
they've got an American at last where he can't move 
without saying, "■ By your leave." She's such a clipper, 
too, and I've got her head to the wind, and ready to 
make port and now — I've got to heave her to and 
wait for orders. [^LooJzs at watch ; music stops.'] 

\_Enter Stiles, r. Mixter rises, crosses to l. to 
Chatfield. Gerald comes down r.] 

Stiles. 
Lord Deyncourt will be here directly, gentlemen, 
and he begs your pardon for keepin' of yer waitin'. 
We was late in arrivin'. \_Gentlemeii sigh. Stiles 
approaches Gerald.] You will hexcuse me for 
askin', sir, but there ain't anything serious happened, 
has there, since we've been a-tourin' ? 

Gerald Hartley. 
No, oh, no, Stiles. Nothing has happened yet. 



60 THE OTHER FELLOW 

Stiles. 
Beg pardon, sir. \_Aside.'] Nobody ain't dead, 
after all. 

[Exit L. Enter Deyncourt with three tele- 
grams in his hand, r., comes daiun c] 

Lord Deyncourt. 
Good-evening. \To Hartley who meets him and 
shakes hands. '\ How are you, old fellow? H'm ! 
[Looking from one to another. '\ You have lost no 
time. I came directly I got the telegrams. 

Gerald Hartley. ^ 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. v 
William Mixter. j 

{Together. '\ Telegrams ! 

Lord Deyncourt. 

Yes, telegrams ! Didn't you each wire to me? 

Gerald Hartley. ^ 

Capt, Thomas Chatfield. >■ 
William Mixter. ) 

{Together. '\ Whew. Well, I'll be hanged. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
{Laughing.'\ Upon my word, this is a capital joke. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
Joke ? Glad you think so. 

William Mixter. 
It looks to me like a serious matter. 

Gerald Hartley. 
At least, it is in my case. 



THE OTHER FELLOW 61 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
Look here, Hartley, have you got any mortgage on 
serious intentions ? 

Lord Deyncourt. 
Beg pardon for laughing, my dear fellows. 
Couldn't help it, 'pon honor. The situation demands 
it. Did you suppose that any one of you had a 
corner in idiocy ? 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
Oh, come, Dick, don't stand there grinning in that 
damned unsympathetic manner. Call the meeting to 
order, and get us out of this scrape. 

\_Crosses to extreme r.] 

Lord Deyncourt. 
It seems to me that you've all been in a deuce of a 
hurry to get into the scrape, and you may thank your 
stars that you have a chance of salvation. \_Offers 
chairs. Mixter sits L., Chatfield r., Gerald r. 
c, Deyncourt moves about. At door.'] Stiles 1 

Stiles. 
[Appearing at dining-room door.] Yes, sir. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
Are they at supper ? 

Stiles. 
They are, sir, and everything's oncommonly quiet. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
I do not wish to be interrupted for fifteen minutes. 
See to it. Stiles. 



62 THE OTHER FELLOW 

Stiles. 
I will, sir. . 

Lord Deyncourt. 

And, Stiles, do not announce my arrival until 
supper is over. 

Stiles. 

All right, sir. [Exit Stiles, l.] 

[Mills appears at door r., Stiles shoivs him- 
self again at door l., business of drawing 
curtains at both doors. Servants remain out- 
side. '\ 

Lord Deyncourt. 
[Bringing down chair c] So you are all in love. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
It looks like it. 

Lord Deyncourt. 

[Seating hi7nself.'\ Then according to the rules of 
our society, you must each lay your case before it, 
and abide by its decision. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
Oh, go on. 

Lord Deyncourt. 

And you must each promise to vote for the best 
interests of the parties concerned. 

Gerald Hartley. 
According to our lights 

Lord Deyncourt. 
and to abide by the decision of the majority. 



THE OTHER FELLOW 63 

William Mixter. 
We agreed to do that when we signed. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
Precisely. Now whose case shall we consider first ? 
[Silefice.'\ Hard lines, aren't they, Tommy? 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
I say, Deyncourt, there's no call for you to rub it 
in. You may get scotched yourself some day. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
I doubt it. 

Gerald Hartley. 

Suppose we give Mixter the first show, as he is our 
guest. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
I was about to propose Mixter. 

William Mixter. 

I've no objections to being first, but I demand fair 
treatment. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
Of course. Well, then, Mixter, we are led to infer 
from your calling a meeting that you wish to commit 
matrimony. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 

l^Astde.'] Sounds like breaking a commandment, 
put that way. 

William Mixter. 
The inference is about correct. I have met, here in 
London, the- lady that I should like to make my wife. 



64 THE OTHER FELLOW 

Lord Deyncourt. 

And, gaining permission from us to propose, do 
you think the lady would accept you ? 

William Mixter. 

I think that I have a good chance. She's a fine 
woman, and she accepts my attentions. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
That proves nothing. 

William Mixter. 
She knows a good boat when she sees it, she is per- 
fectly aware of the value of money, and she doesn't 
dislike me. 

Lord Deyncourt. 

Hm ! From what I know of the sex, I should say 
your chances were good. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 

Then mine must be deuced poor. All I've got to 
say for myself is — that — I'm over head and ears in 
love. Can't eat, nor sleep, and I've no prospects, 
and no money. 

Lord Deyncourt. 

You forget your handsome face. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 

Don't add sarcasm to your other charms, Deyn- 
court. 

Lord Deyncourt. 

Seriously, Tommy, there are a great many women 
in the world who would accept a man for his looks. 



THE OTHER FELLOW 65 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
Hm ! Ever proposed yourself? 

Lord Deyncourt. 
No-o. Never dared to risk it. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
Well, Lady Casdedovvn isn't that sort. 

All. 
Lady Castledown ? 

Lord Deyncourt. 
Oh, ho ! 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
What do you mean by oh, ho ? 

William Mixter. 

I beg pardon, but as my case was to be considered 
first, and Lady Castledown has led me to hope 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
Lady Castledown ! 

Lord Deyncourt. 

The deuce ! 

Gerald Hartley. 
Oh, come, Mixter, that is out of the question. 

Lord Deyncourt. 

This grows interesting. Gerald, are you her victim 
a second time ? 

Gerald Hartley. 
No, oh, no ! In fact, Dick, I've lost all sense of 



66 THE OTHER FELLOW 

honor. I'm as helplessly m love as poor Tommy, 
and the girl I wish to marry, the only girl in the 
world for me, is Marjory Heathcote, the heiress. 

Lord Deyncourt. 

So you have swallowed your pride. And Marjory ? 

Gerald Hartley. 

I can't answer for her until I get leave to speak. 

\_Rises and goes up c, despondently. '\ 

William Mixter. 

\^C7'ossing to Chatfield, l. c] Well, I don't sup- 
pose Lady Castledown can marry us both, but we 
needn't vote against each other. You give me your 

vote 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 

I'll be damned if I will. \_Rises, crosses to r.] 

William Mixter. 
[Crossing to v.. c] Why, I'll give you mine in re- 
turn — then we'll take our chances, see. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
\^To Gerald who comes dow7t l.] Look here, we 
must dispose of Mixter's case. S'pose Helen would 
for a moment consider his proposal ? 

Gerald Hartley. 
Can't say. Her funds are low. She has been liv- 
ing extravagantly, and he is phenomenally wealthy ; 
twenty-seven million is about his figure. 

Lord Deyncourt. 

\_Crossing to Gerald and speaking aside. '\ Oh, 
but — look at him ! I say, Gerald, it would hardly be 



THE OTHER FELLOW 67 

the thing for ns to let her throw herself away on a lit- 
tle beggar like that. 

Gerald Hartley. 

Put it to vote. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
\_Retiirnmg to c] Shall we, or shall we not, allow 
William Mixter to propose to Lady Helen Castle- 
down? Answer, individually. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 

I vote against Mixter every time. It's too deuced 
presumptuous of him to think of it. 

Lord Deyncourt. 

Well, I suppose she's brought it on herself. Un- 
doubtedly she has encouraged him. 

Gerald Hartley. 

I must also vote against Mr. Mixter. I can't sanc- 
tion so decided a mesalliance. 

William Mixter. 

Oh, come now. I like that. The alliance is all 
right, provided the lady doesn't object. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
[71? Mixter.] Confound it, man ! Can't you 
see ? You're not in a position to approach her. You 
haven't any grandfather. 

William Mixter. 

[To Chatfield.] O-h, that's the hitch. \^To 
others.'] Grandfather's all right. Designs boats. 
Never heard of him ? 



68 THE OTHER FELLOW 

Lord Deyncourt. 
Beg pardon, but we are shooting wide of the mark. 

William Mixter. 
So I should judge, time being short. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
[To Mixter.] You're so deviHsh stupid. 

William Mixter. 

I agree with you. However, you'll all admit that I 
didn't drag grandfather into this business. He'd 
make a better show in a yacht race. Make a try for 
the cup, and you'll appreciate the old man's talent. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 

Oh, shut up, Mixter. You're out of it. Mr. 
President, will you put my case to vote ? 

Lord Deyncourt. 

As Tommy so aptly puts it, Mixter is out of it. 
[Mixter disgusted, goes up stage ; Chatfield comes 
R. c] Now who favors Captain Chatfield's suit? 
Gerald? \_A pause. '\ 

Gerald Hartley. 
I'm sorry to oppose you, Chatfield, but as Lady 
Castledown's advisor — I have the honor of attending 
to her affairs — I must vote against you for financial 
reasons. It would be impossible for you two to live 
on your united incomes. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
You might leave that for us to decide. 



THE OTHER FELLOW 69 

Gerald Hartley. 
But, you see, you're in love, man. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
And not capable of deciding with judgment. 

Gerald Hartley. 
Therefore I must vote against Captain Chatfield. 

William Mixter, 
[Comes doivn r.] I follow Mr. Hartley's lead. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
Give your reasons, Mixter. 

AViLLiAM Mixter. 
Same as yours in my case. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
I don't understand. 

William Mixter. 
"You're so devilish stupid," you see. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 

Look here, explain yourself, Mixter, or there'll be 
a row. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
Gentlemen, I must call you to order. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
But I demand an explanation. 

William Mixter. 
Oh, that's all right. In the first place, you are mj 



70 THE OTHER FELLOW 

rival, and wouldn't give me a chance, and in the sec- 
ond place, I don't know your grandfather. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
Damn it, man. My grandfather is an earl. 
William Mixter. 

Is that so? Well, I don't know him personally, and 
you see he may not be a good earl. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 

[Aside. "] Oh, hang it. This is enough to drive a 
man to drink. 

\^Goes up stage. D'E.YiiCOiJ'RT follows and brings 
hifn down.~\ 

Lord Deyncourt. 

I would give you my vote. Tommy, if it would do 
you any good, but you see it wouldn't. Next boy., 

Gerald Hartley. 

Beg pardon, Dick, but this isn't child's play. I ob- 
ject to the tone of these proceedings. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
Hm ! This is another pair of shoes. 

William Mixter. 
Quite so ! Boot on the other leg. 

Lord Deyncourt. 

Look here, Gerald, I've stood your friend pretty 
well for a good many years ; I don't propose to go 
back on you now. I don't mind admitting that the 



THE OTHER FELLOW 71 

whole idea of this scheme occurred to me in my per- 
haps over-zealous desire to save you from Lady Castle- 
down. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 

And I should like to know what reason you can give 
for all this hanged nonsense about ''saving men from 
Lady Castledown." 

Lord Deyncourt. 

We discussed the lady in question at our last meet- 
ing, and you all agreed 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 

\^Interruptiiig.'\ Oh, yes, we all agreed that she 
had her faults, but I'll be hanged if, when you come 
to know her, you don't fall in love with her failings. 

Lord Deyncourt. 

Which goes to prove my original theory, that love 
makes an idiot of a man. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
By Jove, I'd like to see you come a cropper. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
I never have yet, and although I admit that women 
are treacherous cattle to handle, I have no misgivings. 

William Mixter. 
** He laughs best, who laughs last." 

Gerald Hartley. 
I am patiently waiting. 



72 THE OTHER FELLOW 

Lord Deyncourt. 
\_Looking at watch.~\ And time is nearly up. To 
return to Hartley's case. I hoped when Ileft England 
that, with Helen Castledown out of the race and our 
little Marjory to the fore, Gerald would recover his 
senses, would realize the girl's charms, would forget 
for the time that she was the heiress and would fall in 
love 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
Oh, ho I 

Lord Deyncourt. 
And what do you mean by oh, ho ? 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 

\_Quoting.~\ '' What the deuce has love to do with 
it! " 

Lord Deyncourt. 

Don't fling a man's words back like that. Tommy; 
it isn't exactly civil. Wait until 1 have finished, and 
then you can oh, ho till you are black in the face. I 
say that I hoped that Hartley would see his way to 
proposing marriage to my ward, Marjory Heathcote. 
It would be a most suitable marriage, would settle a 
family feud, would restore the rightful heir, and all 
that sort of thing. There can be no objections, and I 
hope you will all follow my lead and vote in favor of 
Gerald Hartley's suit. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 

It strikes me you are taking a good deal for granted. 
How do you know that we approve of the young 
lady ? 



THE OTHER FELLOW 73 

William Mixter. 
That's so. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 

Or that we are cock-sure that Hartley is the man to 
make her happy. He can be deuced disagreeable at 
times. 

William Mixter. 
I agree with you. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 

Thought you would. Well, then, I vote against 
Hartley. 

William Mixter. 
And so do I. 

Gerald Hartley. 
Look here, this is a beastly Avay to use a man. 

Lord Deyncourt. 

I hope you are not retaliating. We all agreed to be 

perfectly fair. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 

\^Af door r., speaking outside.'] Stiles, let me pass 
at once. 

Stiles. 

\^Outside.~\ But, my lady, I have most hexplicit 
orders. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
Orders? Then I countermand them. I tell you I 
must see Lord Deyncourt at once. 



74 THE OTHER- FELLOW 

Stiles. 
But, my lord is engaged. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
That is impossible. 

Stiles. 
Not at all, my lady. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 

Stiles, you are impertinent. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
\_To gentle?iien.'\ One moment, please. \_Goes to 
door R ; Stiles shows in doorway confused J\ Jane, 
what's the row ? 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
I wish to see you at once, Richard. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
Sorry not to oblige you. 

Lady Jane Alyward. 
\Trying to force afi entrance.'\ Stiles, let me pass. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
Stiles, let her ladyship pass at your peril. 

Lady Jane Alyward. 

This is outrageous. \^Going away.'] I shall return 
directly with reinforcements. 

Stiles. 

\_Commg inside.] Don't ask me to face more than 
one at a time, sir, at my age ? 



THE OTHER FELLOW 75 

Lord Deyncourt. 
That will be all right, Stiles ; now to your post. 
[Exit Stiles, r. To ge?iflemen.~\ Our meeting is 
practically over. The majority in each case is against 
a proposal. You must submit to the year's test. 

Gerald Hartley. 

That means that I am not to communicate with, or 
to see Miss Heathcote for one year from to-day, and 
that I am not to explain anything or even to bid her 
good-bye. And I have led her to hope — Oh, that 
is abominable. [^Goes down l.] 

[MixTER, r., Deyncourt, r. c, Chatfield, 
L. c, Gerald, l.] 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 

That may be on the cards. Hartley, but I call it 
deuced uncivil of Deyncourt to turn us out of his 
house like this, on the night of the last ball of the 
season, too. We've lost a good half of it already, 
waiting for him. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
I couldn't help that, you know. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
I have engaged the first waltz after supper with 

Helen Castledown, and I have led her to expect 

Good Heavens ! what a position to put a fellow in. 

William Mixter. 
Lady Castledown promised me a dance to-night, 
and I told her I had something of importance to say 
to her. She'll set me down for a chump. 



76 THE OTHER FELLOW 

Lord Deyncourt. 

Well, you have succeeded in getting yourselves 
into a mess. As it is no fault of mine, you can't ex- 
pect me to get you out. However, as you have all 
gone so far, I think we must make a concession, and 
allow one last intervievv. A year from to-day I 
predict that you will all be heart-whole and thankful 
to me for originating this scheme. 

Stiles. 
[Door L.] Lady Jane's a comin' back, and she 
looks that determined. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
Stiles, let her pass. 

Mills. 
[Door r.] Miss Marjory's a comin'. 

Stiles. 
And Mrs. Hartley, she's a comin' too. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
All right. Now, my good fellows, if you will pass 
around through the conservatory, you will oblige me 
and divert suspicion. 

\_Exeunt Chatfield a7id Mixter hurriedly, '\ 

Gerald Hartley. 

I suppose this is final. There is no help. 

Lord Deyncourt. 

None, at present. Sorry for you, old fellow. 
[Exit Gerald dejectedly. Stiles draws curtain l. 
Mills draws curtain r. Enter simultaneously, 
Lady Jane and Mrs. Hartley l., Marjory r. ; 



THE OTHER FELLOW 77 

Deyncourt attempting to get off r. 7neet5 Marjory. 
Aside. '\ Trapped, by Jove. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
[l.] Now, Richard, explain yourself. 

[Deyncourt comes down c] 

Marjory Heathcote. 
[r.] Yes, Cousin Richard, we want to know 

Mrs. Hartley. 

Where is Gerald and what 

\_Enter Lady CASTLEDOWNyr^w conservatory. "^ 

Lady Helen Castledown. 

\_Coming doiun between Marjory ^;z^ Deyncourt.] 
Ah, Lord Deyncourt, so you have returned. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
I have returned. _ 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
Oh, yes, he has returned, in the dead of night, 
secretly, and shut himself into this room with guarded 
doors, the house full of guests, and I wish to know 
what it means. 

Mrs. Hartley. 

And Gerald is missing. \Sits in chair l.] 

Marjory Heathcote. 

And we've stolen away from the supper-room to de- 
mand an explanation. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
And I have just arrived. 



78 THE OTHER FELLOW 

Lord Deyncourt. 
Indeed ? We should congratulate ourselves that 
you have come at all. Why so late ? 

Lady Helen Castledown. 

[Tossing her head.'] And if I said that I timed 
myself in order that you and I should appear to- 
gether ? 

Lord Deyncourt. 

I should say [Aside.] How the devil did 

she know what time I was expected ? 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Beg pardon ? 

Lord Deyncourt. 
I should say that I never was so honored before. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
But you wired yesterday that you should not return 
for the ball. 

Marjory Heathcote. 
And we were so disappointed. 

Mrs. Hartley. 
And Gerald promised to fill your place. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
Oh, he did, did he? 

Marjory Heathcote. 
[Aside.] And he hasn't come at all. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
Now, why are you here ? 



THE OTHER FELLOW 79 

Lord Deyncourt. 
I must give a woman's reason , I changed my mind. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
[Sarcastically.'] That is so like you. And if I 
teU you that I met Gerald Hartley in the conservatory 
just now. 

Ladies. 
Met Gerald ? 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Yes, and that he looked remarkably unhappy 

Lord Deyncourt. 

\_Aside.'\ The deuce. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 

You will perhaps give a woman's reason for that 
too. 

Lord Deyncourt. 

Doubtless I could, but seriously, ladies, I need re- 
freshment. I have had no supper. You will excuse 
me. [Offering arm /^ Lady Castledown.] Lady 
Castledown, will you accompany me? 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Thank you, no. I prefer to make my entrance 
with a more attractive man. Send Captain Chatfield 
to me. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
As you please. [Aside.'] We've saved Tommy. 
That scores one. 

[Exit Deyncourt l., four ladies across front 



80 THE OTHER FELLOW 

from R. to'Y.., thus : Marjory, Lady Castle- 
down, Lady Jane, Mrs. Hartley.] 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
Now what does this mean ? 

Lady Helen Castledown. 

Jane, I told you three weeks ago that Richard had 
some scheme afoot, 

Mrs. Hartley. 
Oh, dear, I hope it isn't going to injure Gerald. 

Marjory Heathcote. 
Perhaps Stiles would know. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Happy thought I Call Stiles. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
{^Calling off l.] Stiles ! I will question him. 

Marjory Heathcote. 

« 

No, let me, and — please pretend not to hear. 

\_Enter Stiles. Lady Castledown and\.kV)\ 
Jane l. Mrs. Hartley crosses to r. to 
Marjory. Stiles comes down c. Mrs. 
Hartley sits extre7?ie r.] 

Marjory Heathcote. 

[Approaching Stiles, c] Stiles, did you have a 
pleasant journey ? 

Stiles. 

Yes, miss, barrin' the furrin' inconveniences. 



THE OTHER FELLOW 81 

Marjory Heathcote. 
And is your rheumatism better? 

Stiles, 

Oh, yes, miss. I'm quite limber. [Aside.l ^^^^ 
what do they want ? 

Marjory Heathcote. 
What made you come home so suddenly ? 

Stiles. 
Lord Deyncourt's orders, miss. 

Marjory Heathcote. 

Well, but he sent word that he should not return for 
some weeks. 

Stiles. 

I know, miss, but when them telegrams come, he 
ordered his portmanteau packed at once. 

Marjory Heathcote. 
Oh! 

Stiles. 

I was that worried, thinkin' some one was ill. 
There wasn't, was there? 

Marjory Heathcote. 
Oh, no. Everybody is well. 

Stiles. 

Hm ! If nothin's the matter, then why was them 
telegrams sent, and why did Lord Richard hurry 
home to shut himself up with them bachelders ? 



82 THE OTHER FELLOW 

Marjory Heathcote. 
Bachelors ? 

Stiles. 
Oh, Lord, what have I said ? 

Marjory Heathcote. 
Nothing, Stiles. You can go. And — Stiles, will 
you bring Mrs. Hartley an ice ? You will find her in 
the conservatory. 

Mrs. Hartley. 
\_Aside.'] Good Heavens, I never eat ices. 

\^Rises. Exit Stiles, l.] 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
\La21ghing a7id crossing to Marjory.] "Them 
bachelders." We've got the key. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
And little else. 

Marjory Heathcote. 
Please, Lady Castledown. tell us what you think ? 

Lady Helen Castledown. 

I would rather wait until the end of the evening. 

\^Mitsic begins outside."] 

Lady Jane Aylward. 

The music is starting, we must return to the ball- 
room. [^Goes towards ball-room, L.] 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
\_Stopping her.] One moment, Jane. Richard's 
sudden return means mischief. We have no time to 



THE OTHER FELLOW 83 

organize for mutual protection. We are helpless 
women [^laiighi/ig], in the hands of designing men. 
Don't let them suspect it. 

\_Enter couple from conservatory and pass 
through room. The lady bows to Mrs. Hart- 
ley who looks at her through her lorg7iette. 
Gentleman approaches from ballroom, L., as 
if looking for some one ; sees Lady Jane, she 
takes his ann and goes off l.] 

Marjory Heathcote. 
Oh, please. Lady Castledovvn, what must I do? 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Ask Mrs. Hartley. 

[^Two or three gentlemen approach Lady Cas- 
tledown /r^;// R. and I., and talk. Marjory 
turns to Mrs. Hartley.] 

Mrs. Hartley, 
[l. f.] Do, child? \^Leads her down R.] Come 
here, and I will tell you. Accept Gerald Hartley. 

Marjory Heathcote. 
Accept Gerald Hartley ? 

Mrs. Hartley. 
Yes, at once. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
{Aside to Marjory.] That will score one against 
the conspirators. 

Marjory Heathcote. 
But he hasn't asked me. 



84 THE OTHER FELLOW 

Mrs. Hartley. 
He will to-night, mark my words. \_Aside.^ Now 
let me find him. \_Going up to conservatory and 
using lorgnette ; to Marjory.] Do you see Stiles in 
the conservatory with that ice ? 

Marjory Heathcote. 
Yes, Mrs. Hartley. Shall I come with you ? 

Mrs. Hartley. 
No, dear. \Aside.'\ If I must undertake Gerald 
and an ice at one and the same time, I prefer to be 
alone. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 

\Across to Mrs. Hartley.] I know others that 
would. 

\_Exit Mrs. Hartley to conservatory. Marjory 
is led away, L. , by one of the gentlemen who 
presents dance order. Enter Chatfield, r.] 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 

\To Lady Castledown.] Our waltz, is it not? 
\^Gentleme7i withdraw. Chatfield presents 
dance order.] 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
So you have come at last. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
[Sighing.l Yes, I have come. [^ Coming dozan c."] 
Shall we dance ? 

Lady Helen Castledown. 

As you please. [Looking at him intently,'] What 
is the matter with you? 



THE OTHER FELLOW 85 

Capt. ThoInias Chatfield. 
I can't tell you. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Then shall we dance ? 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
Dancing seems a hollow mockery to-night. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Are you ill? Can I help you? 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
Don't look at me like that or I shall blurt it all out. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Perhaps it would be better for you if you did. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
Perhaps. But I can't, you know. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Why not ? 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
Gave my promise I wouldn't. Word of honor. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
To whom ? 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
Can't even tell you that. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Then supposing you leave me. 



86 THE OTHER FELLOW 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
That is just what I am about to do. The only 
question with me lies between suicide and exile. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Has she been so cruel ? 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
She! Who? 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
The unfeeling woman who has rejected you. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
She hasn't rejected me, because I haven't asked 
her. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Then why don't you ask her ? 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
That's just it; I can't, you know. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
\_Aside.'\ This is a novel situation. [To Chat- 
field.] You are not losing your mind? 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
Can't say. Heart's gone, and seem to be breaking 
up generally. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Can I do anything for you ? 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
Look here. Lady Castledown, I've got something to 



THE OTHER FELLOW 87 

say to you, and I don't know how to say it. [^Aside.'] 
Lord, what a cad I feel. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Shall we go into the conservatory ? 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
Alone ! You and I ? No, it wouldn't be safe. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
I think I had better speak to Lord Deyncourt and 
have a physician summoned. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
Confound Deyncourt ! 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Why confound Deyncourt ? Oh, I begin to see. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
Well, I may as well out with it. I am going to 
Egypt. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
When ? 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 

Directly. To-morrow, next day. I can't tell, but 
I shall not see you again, and I must bid you good- 
bye, here, to-night. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
How long shall you be gone ? 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
One year, probably. 



88 THE OTHER FELLOW 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
And you expect her to wait for you a whole year? 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
Whom ? 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
The lady you are afraid to ask. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
Do you think she would ? 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
There are women that would. I wouldn't. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
Don't say that. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
But it's the truth. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
Nevertheless, I shall come back a year from to-day 
and ask her to marry me. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 

I hope she will refuse you. 

\_iVaitz ends. Enter Lord Deyncourt, l., and 
other sr^ 

Lord Deyncourt. 

\_To Lady Castledown.] Beg pardon. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 

[^Retreating.'] Gad, I'm done for. 

[Wanders away, R., to conservatory."] 



THE OTHER FELLOW 89 

Lord Deyncourt. 
\_To Lady Castledown.] You are wanted in the 
ball-room. Jane sent me to fetch you. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
I'm not in a mood for dancing to-night. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
That does not signify. One often has to sacrifice 
oneself in this life. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
And if one does not choose 

Lord Deyncourt. 
Look here, Helen, what particular mischief are you 
up to ? 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Mischief? I never felt more serious in my life. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
Did you refuse him ? Poor beggar. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
[Looking intently at Deyncourt.] Why should 
you pity him ? \_Aside.'] He is laughing at me. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
I can't help it. He looks so unhappy. Your 
victims generally do. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
I never harmed you at least. Why do you dislike 
rae so much ? 



90 THE OTHER FELLOW 

Lord Deyncourt. 
It isn't dislike, it's fear. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 

\_Looktng at him sadly.'] Oh! \_Laughing.'\ Make 
your mind easy, ior you are perfectly safe. 

Lord Deyncourt. 

But you are so irresistible, you know. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 

Am I ! Hm ! I cannot imagine any circum- 
stances under which you would be called upon to re- 
sist me. [Music plays a two-step. '\ 

Lord Deyncourt. 

Nor I. Will you come ? 

[Lady Castledown takes his arm. Exeunt, l. 
Marjory and Gerald have entered from con- 
servatory in earnest conversation, and stand 
together, l.] 

Gerald Hartley. 
[Looking unco jnf or table.] You do not under- 
stand. 

Marjory Heathcote. 
Oh, yes, I understand. You are going away. 

Gerald Hartley. 
Yes, to San Francisco, for a year. 

Marjory Heathcote. 
I thought you said Japan. 



THE OTHER FELLOW 91 

Gerald Hartley. 
Did I ? Well, it's all the same, Japan, California, 
New Zealand. One place is much like another, if 
you go against your will and leave all that you care 
for behind. 

Marjory Heathcote. 
I suppose you mean the property. 

Gerald Hartley. 
Marjory — Miss Heathcote. 

Marjory Heathcote. 
Or is it Lady Castledown ? 

Gerald Hartley. 
Why do you so misunderstand me ? 

Marjory Heathcote. 
Then why don't you explain yourself? 

Gerald Hartley. 
Because I cannot. 

Marjory Heathcote. 

Yesterday you were full of plans for the summer. 
You were to fish in Berkshire and shoot in Scotland. 
We were to meet each other continually. To-night 
you — wish to — to bid me good-bye for a whole year, 
and — what have I done? \_HaIf cryingj\ 

Gerald Hartley. 
My dear child 



92 THE OTHER FELLOW 

Marjory Heathcote. 
[Wifh dignity.'] Don't call me that. I am a 
woman — and — you can go. There are other men. 

Gerald Hartley. 
Marjory, you break my heart. 

Marjory Heathcote. 
You can get it mended — in China. \_Enter Deyn- 
court, Lady Castledown, and Mixter.] Cousin 
Richard, are you coming for me? 

Lord Deyncourt. 
Beg pardon. [Gerald withdraivs.] Our dance, 
is it not ? 

Gerald Hartley. 
\_Going off.] Does she care? \_Exii Gerald, l.] 

Marjory Heathcote. 
Cousin Richard, one moment please. Are you sure 
I cannot give the property to — that man ? 

Lord Deyncourt. 
What has Gerald done to make you call him *' that 
man ' ' ? 

Marjory Heathcote. 
He, oh, I can't tell you ; but I shall never have an- 
other happy moment until — I pay him back. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
And must it be in coin ? 

Marjory Heathcote. 
Yes, in good hard coin, that will humiliate his 
pride"aiid make him bow down in shame. I hate him. 



THE OTHER FELLOW 93 

Lord Deyncourt. 
[^Aside.'] I don't half like this ! [r^ Marjory.] 
My dear girl, don't be precipitate. Take time to 
consider ; a year, say 

Marjory Heathcote. 
Oh, yes, always a year. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
[^Aside.'] What does she mean by that? \^To 
Marjory.] A year is not long, you know. 

Marjory Heathcote. 

Isn't it? Perhaps not, at your age. At mine, it 
seems an eternity. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
Hm ! Well, as nothing can be done in regard to 
the property for one year, at least, you will have to 
wait. Shall we dance ? 

Marjory Heathcote. 
[^Taking his arm.'] As well do that as anything. 

\_ExeMit, L.] 

William Mixter. 
{To Lady Castledown.] This may seem a little 
abrupt, but we Americans generally come right to the 
point. Don't beat about the bush. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
{Aside.] Another victim. {To Mixter.] Yes? 

W^illiam Mixter. 
I am thinking of marrying. 



94 THE OTHER FELLOW 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Indeed? \^Aside.'] He evidently means business. 

William Mixter. 

Consequently I shall return to America at once. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 

[Aside. ~\ The little beggar is trying to hedge. 
[7b Mixter.] Is she an American? 

William Mixter. 

Oh, no — no, indeed. In point of fact, she is a most 
fascinating Englishwoman, but I am so situated that 
— well — in fact \_Aside.~\ Lord, how warm I am ! 

Lady Helen Castledown. 

If she has accepted you, why do you leave Eng- 
land? 

William Mixter. 

But she hasn't accepted me, and I am obliged to go 
away at once, to-morrow, possibly, without asking 
her. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Does she know that you wish to marry her ? 

William Mixter. 
Well, I should hope so; I've tried to make it 
pretty plain to her. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 

And what excuse shall you give her for leaving so 
abruptly, without asking her ? 



THE OTHER FELLOW 95 

William Mixter. 
[Aside.~\ I wish that blessed English Lord was in 
my place. [^To Lady Castledown.] Well, you see, 
I shall tell her that I must devote one year to busi- 
ness. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
One year ? 

William Mixter. 

Yes, it will take about a year to — to find out how 
much I am worth. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 

It would take me about fifteen minutes to find out 
how much I was worth. 

William Mixter. 
May I come back a year from to-day and tell you ? 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Tell me what ? 

William Mixter. 
How — how much I am worth. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Oh, yes, you may tell me, but you can hardly ex- 
pect me to be interested. I shall probably have for- 
gotten your very existence by then. [_Music stop.'] 

AViLLiAM Mixter. 
{Aside J\ Got it right in the neck that time. [To 
Lady Castledown.] Nevertheless I shall come. 



96 THE or HER FELLOW 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
[ Offermg hand.'] Until then 

William Mixter. 
I am dismissed ? 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
For one year, yes. \_Exit Mixter to conservatory. 
Music of last waltz.] I think I understand Richard 
Deyncourt's Httle game. Ah! Here he comes. 

[Deyncourt enters fro7n ball-room, L.; crosses to 
Lady Castledown.] 

Lord Deyncourt. 

This is the last waltz, Helen. Will you dance? 

\^Offers arm.] 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
{Taking his arm.] With pleasure. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
You take my breath away. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Did you expect me to refuse ? 

Lord Deyncourt. 
You do not often accept. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
[ Withdrawing arm.] Sometimes, when taken un- 
awares. Give me time for reflection — say, one year. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
{Aside.] Does she suspect? 



THE OTHER FELLOW 97 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
And my answer might be different. \_Enfer Marjory 
to Lady Castledown, l., Gerald following at a 
distance, pauses at back. \ Well, Marjory? 

Marjory Heathcote. 
The ball is ending. What do you think now ? 

Lord Deyncourt. 

\_Again offering arm to Lady Castledown.] Will 
you come? 

\_Enter Lady Jane and Chatfield, r. ; Lady 
Jane advances to c. ; Chatfield remains at 

back.~\ 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
For once I am baffled. Helen, can you explain ? 

Lord Deyncourt. 

[Aside.l I must get out of this. [^Goes up c] 

\Enter Mrs. Hartley and Mixter from con- 
servatory. Mrs. Hartley advajices to c, 
Mixter remains at back. ] 

Mrs. Hartley. 
Helen Castledown, what do you make of it all ? 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Behold the guilty man ; ask him. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
[ Coming down c. ] Guilty ? Of what ? 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
Here is Captain Chatfield talking about suicide 



98 THE OTHER FELLOW 

Mrs. Hartley. 
And poor, dear Mr. Mixter banished to 
America 

Marjory Heathcote. 
And Mr. Hartley looking for a country where 
broken hearts are mended 

Lord Deyncourt. 
And Lady Castledown asks me to explain ? 

Lady Helen Castledown. 

Richard Deyncourt, before you plot with your 
bachelor friends against our sex, be sure you under- 
stand at least one woman. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
At present I only wish to dance with one woman. 
Will you come ? 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Not until I tell you that I believe the woman exists 
who will bring you on your knees at her feet. And 
when, a year from now, you lie prostrate before her, I 
hope that she will simply laugh at you. Come. 

Positions 
Mixter 
Chatfield Lady Castledown and 



Mrs. Hartley 
Marjory Gerald 



Deyncourt 

( 

Lady Jane. 



curtain 



ACT III. 

Which Wins? 

SCENE. — Shrubbery and garden at the Towers, 
Rustic betiches, etc. Lady Jane discovered pick- 
ing rose from bush up c. Comes down stage to 
seat L. F,, during speech. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 

Why did Helen Castledown insist on my bringing 
Marjory here for the twenty-first? I had to break 
with the Merediths to do it. Just now, too, when the 
guards are in their old barracks close at hand, and Cap- 
tain Chatfield is about to rejoin his regiment. [6'//i-.] 
I offered to send Marjory down without me. Helen 
would not listen to that. She said that my presence 
was of vast importance to her at this particular time. 

[Enter Mrs. Hartley, l.J 

Mrs Hartley. 
Bless me, Jane, when did you arrive? 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
[Rising.'] Half an hour ago, and you? 

Mrs. Hartley. 
Oh, I came down yesterday. Helen's orders. 
Now will you please tell me why we all do just as 
Helen bids ? I am sure I ought not to be here to- 

99 
L.tfC. 



100 THE OTHER FELLOW 

day. Poor dear Lady Somers particularly wanted me 
this week. A most charming house party, but no, 
Lady Castledown orders and I obey. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
Our cases are similar. I am due elsewhere but, as 
you see, I am here. 

Mrs. Hartley. 
Do you think Helen has any surprise in store for 
us ? What does the twenty-first signify ? 

yThey sit on bench,\..~\ 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
I haven't the remotest idea. 

Mrs. Hartley. 
Has Marjory ? 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
I can't tell. Marjory is mysterious at times. 

Mrs. Hartley. 
Does she ever say anything about Gerald ? 

Lady Jane Aylward. 

I do not think that she has mentioned his name 
since the night of our annual ball. 

Mrs. Hartley. 

Let me see, that was about a year ago. Well, I 
did my best. Everything v/as in train, the young 
people appeared to be head over ears in love, and 
then off rushed Gerald on that senseless and extrava- 
gant tour. Now, Jane, did that little goose refuse him, 
or did he give her the slip ? 



THE OTHER FELLOW 101 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
I cannot tell. He writes to Helen Castledown. 

Mrs. Hartley. 
What ? Then she has him on the string again ? 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
It looks so. 

Mrs. Hartley. 
Does Marjory know it ? 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
Oh, yes. 

Mrs. Hartley. 
And is on good terms with Helen ? 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
Apparently. 

Mrs. Hartley. 
Well, I've nothing more to say. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 

Perhaps when Gerald comes home, we shall under- 
stand the situation. 

Mrs. Hartley. 

Well, I don't know, I never have understood a Hart- 
ley yet, and I never expect to. There was my poor, 
dear husband, it wasn't my fault that I didn't find out 
all about him. Jane Aylward, that man died a mys- 
tery to me, after I had spent fifteen years asking him 
questions which he never answered. 



102 THE OTHER FELLOW 

Lady Jane'Aylward. 
[Aside.] Poor man. [7^^ Mrs. Hartley.] Mrs. 
Hartley, join our ranks. Adopt our advanced ideas 
in regard to woman's sphere. Then if you must have 
dealings with men, take the lead. 

Mrs. Hartley. 
My dear Jane, I never could. 
[£?iUr Marjory, r., with flowers and scissors J\ 

Marjory Heathcote. 
Ah, Mrs. Hartley, you here, too? Isn't this lovely? 

Mrs. Hartley. 
\Rising and greeting Marjory.] My dear child, I 
am glad to see you once more. 

Marjory Heathcote. 

Thank you. I am cutting flowers for Lady Castle- 
down. \_Cuts roses.] 

Mrs. Hartley. 
Does she expect other arrivals ? 

Marjory Heathcote. 
She does not say. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
[J^ising.] Marjory, have you found out anything? 

Marjory Heathcote. 
\_Coming dow7i c] 'Only that Lady Castledown 
insists that this is an important day in her life, that 
she expects to pose as the champion of her sex, and 
that her friends must rally about her. 



THE OTHER FELLOW 103 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
Hm! 

Mrs. Hartley. 

I'm sure we are rallying to the best of our ability, 
but how can we help her, if we don't know what we 
are here for. 

Marjory Heathcote. 
We can wait developments. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 

And while we are waiting, lose other opportunities. 

Marjory Heathcote. 

\_Siily.'] Now, Cousin Jane, you are thinking of 
the Scots Guards up North. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
Marjory, I am ashamed of you. 

[ Walking indignantly down l. Enter Lady 
Castledown, l. u. e., comes down c. Mar- 
jory and Mrs. Hartley, l.. Lady Castle- 
down, c. Lady Jane, r.] 

Lady Helen Castledown. 

Oh, here you are. One can't blame you for linger- 
ing on such a day as this. Marjory, dear, they are 
waiting for the flowers, and, Jane, you must feel in 
need of rest after your long journey. Mrs. Hartley, 
will you kindly act as hostess for a few moments. I 
have one or two little matters to look after. 

Mrs. Hartley. 

Certainly, Helen, I will do anything that I can, but 
I never like working in the dark. 



104 THE OTHER FELLOW 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
In the dark ? Why everything is as clear as day. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
Perhaps, to those that understand. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
I cannot explain now. Only trust me, and stand 
by me. 

Mrs. Hartley. 
That is all very well, Helen, but I should like to 
receive a definite order. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Very well, don't let the enemy escape. 

Marjory Heathcote. 
Will there be any wounded ? 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Possibly. 

Mrs. Hartley. 
I don't half like this. Come, Jane. 

\_Exetint Mrs. Hartley and Lady Jane to 
house, L.] 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
[To Marjory ivho is gomg off.'] Marjory, one 
moment. 

Marjory Heathcote. 
\_Commg back ; /^ Lady Castledown.] Yes? 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
If Gerald Hartley should come here to-day [Mar- 
jory starts], you will treat him kindly? 



THE OTHER FELLOW 105 

Marjory Heathcote. 
[With dignity.'] If he comes, I will not see him. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 

Marjory, you are very young. Let me give you a 
bit of advice. Never place yourself in a false position 
for the sake of revenge. Many a girl has ruined her 
chance of happiness for life by so doing. 

Marjory Heathcote. 
[Taking Lady Castledown's hand.] I am your 
slave and I will obey. [Kisses her.] 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Good girl. Now run away. [Exit Marjory to 
house, L. Lady Castledown sits on bench, l.] Will 
they come? [Taking envelope from her dress.] 
Gerald, at least, is up to the mark. [Reads tele- 
gram.] ''Shall arrive on the twenty-first. Make it 
possible for me to see Marjory at once. Gerald." 
[Enter servant with tivo telegrams. Lady Castle- 
down opens them. Laughs.] Captain Chatfield has 
kept his word. Asks to be received on the twenty- 
first. Hm ! Will turn him over to Jane. William 
Mixter, the dear little man with a yacht, has returned 
to England and begs an interview. Must get Mrs. 
Hartley to find out how much he is worth. [Risitig.] 
Now if I can put my hand on Richard Aylward. 
[Enter Stiles, r.] Well, Stiles, where did you come 
from ? 

Stiles. 
From Lord Deyn court, madam, with a letter which 
he bordered me to deliver to you in person. 



106 THE OTHER FELLOW 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
\_Taking letter.'] Are you staying in the neighbor- 
hood? [Oj)e?is letter. ~\ 

Stiles. 

No, Lady Castledown, we are not what you might 
call stayin', we are a-passin' through. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
[Absently reading.] Beg pardon? 

Stiles. 

We are always a-passin' thro' at present, Lady 
Helen. We don't stay nowheres, Lord Deyncourt is 
that restless. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 

[Aside.] Hm ! Restless, is he? \_To Stiles.] 
Lord Deyncourt asks me to send him an answer by 
you. Is he near at hand ? 

Stiles. 
He is, ma'am. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
A verbal message will do. Tell him I am at leisure 
and will receive him here. 

Stiles. 
Thank you kindly, Lady Castledown. \_Goingoff.] 

Lady Helen Castledown. 

Stiles, what do you mean by that? Why should 
you thank me kindly for receiving Lord Deyncourt ? 



THE OTHER FELLOW 107 

Stiles. 

You will hexcuse me, Lady Helen, but I feel hanx- 
ious about my master. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Indeed ? And why ? 

Stiles. 

He is that oneasy, a-movin' from pillar to post. 
I'm weary with a-packin' and a-unpackin' of his lug- 
gage. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
I do not understand. You talk in riddles. 

Stiles. 

If it's a riddle. Lady Helen, it seems to me oncom- 
mon easy to guess. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Then you know the answer ? 

Stiles. 

I'm an old man, Lady Helen, an' I've been in 
sarvice a-many years, and I ain't easy deceived. 
Lord Deyncourt is in love. That's the answer. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Indeed ? Why do you tell me ? 

Stiles. 

Perhaps it's takin' a liberty, Lady Helen, but Mr. 
Richard, beggin's pardon. Lord Deyncourt an' my- 
self, we've been oncommon good friends ever since he 
was a lad and I can't abide to see him took in. 



108 THE OTHER FELLOW 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Taken in? 

Stiles. 
Yes, took in. He's that innocent where the women 
is concerned. 

Lady Helen Castledown. , 

You are a very wise old man, Stiles, why ^oxi'iyou 
give him a word of advice ? 

Stiles. 

He wouldn't take it comin* from me. Now if 
you 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Why do you ask me ? 

Stiles. 

I wasn't born yesterday. Lady Helen, an' it's allers 
been my 'abit to keep my eyes open. I've noticed 
that wherever we go, we're pretty sure to meet you. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
[Aside. "] Naturally. 

Stiles. 
And I thought that you might know the lady. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
The lady? 

Stiles. 

Yes, the lady as is playin' the mischief with Lord 
Deyncourt's peace of mind. 



THE OTHER FELLOW 109 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Then you wish me to warn him of his danger? 

Stiles. 
Oh, Lord, no, Lady Castledown. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
How can I help you ? 

Stiles. 
\Looking at Lady Castledown slily.'\ You 
wouldn't be willin' to undertake Lord Richard your- 
self- 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
To what, Stiles ? 

Stiles. 

To — \aside\ Lord, ain't I a-goin' it? \to Lady 
Castledown] to take Lord Richard in hand yourself, 
an' save him from that schemin' woman, whoever she 
be? 

Lady Helen Castledown. 

\Aside.'\ Shades of my rejected lovers, hear him ! 
\To Stiles.] You ask too much, Stiles. Your mas- 
ter must take his chance with the rest of them. You 
can go now. 

Stiles. 

\_Hesitatin^.'\ Your ladyship will pardon me for 
bein' so free ? 

Lady Helen Castledown. 

Of course. You are privileged. Now go. 

\_Exit Stiles, r. ; enter Marjory laughing, l. 
Lady Castledown watches Stiles hobbling 
off-l 



110 THE OTHER FELLOW 

Marjory Heathcote. 
Oh, Helen, such a joke. [Pause. '\ Why, is that 
Stiles? 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
That is Stiles. 

Marjory Heathcote. 

How very extraordinary. Then Cousin Richard 
must be in the neighborhood ? 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
That goes without saying. 

Marjory Heathcote. 

But he started for the continent before we left 
London. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
He is probably en route. 

Marjory Heathcote. 
He takes a very devious route then. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Never mind him. What is the joke ? 

Marjory Heathcote. 
[Solemfily.'\ The siege has begun. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Then why have you abandoned your post ? 

Marjory Heathcote. 
Cousin Jane and Mrs. Hartley are holding the fort. 



TEE OTHER FELLOW 111 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
And keeping the enemy in check ? 

Marjory Heathcote. 
For the present ; but you are wanted. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Explain yourself, Marjory ? 

Marjory Heathcote. 

Captain Chatfield and Mr. Mixter have just ar- 
rived. They met at the door, asked to see you at 
once, glared at each other, and — there they are. 

[Laughs. '\ 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Together ? 

Marjory Heathcote. 

Indeed, no. That would not be safe. Cousin 
Jane has the delectable Tommy in hand in the blue- 
room, and Mrs. Hartley is smoothing down the 
American in the pink. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 

[Reflecting.'] They are in good hands. Go back, 
dear, and say that I will be at liberty directly. 

Marjory Heathcote. 

But, Helen [laughing'], it would be a pity for me to 
disturb them. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Of course. Send a servant. 



112 THE OTHER FELLOW 

Marjory Heathcote. 

.[Aside.'] Why does she hnger in this shrubbery ? 

[Goes off meditating.] 

Lady Helen Castledown. 

[Looking off , "SL.] The enemy approaches. [Efzter 
DEYNCOURT,/r^w R.] Now for the tug of war. [To 
Deyncourt.] You arrive on the heels of your mes- 
senger, Lord Deyncourt. 

Lord Deyncourt. 

Old Stiles ? Yes, I met him at your gates. [ Offer- 
ing hand.] Have you no greeting for me ? 

Lady Helen Castledown, 
[Refusing to Jake his hand.] I greet my guests. 
Not men who send servants in advance to demand in- 
terviews. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
I do not understand your attitude towards me, 
Helen. It has become intolerable, and I am here to- 
day to have it explained. What have I done to 
offend you ? 

Lady Helen Castledown. 

Have I said that I was offended ? 

[Sits on bench, L.] 

Lord Deyncourt. 
Not in words. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
How else, then ? 



THE OTHER FELLOW 113 

Lord Deyncourt. 
By most persistent snubbing, at all times and in all 
places. And we have met rather often in the past 
year. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Was that my fault ? 

Lord Deyncourt. 
That we have met? N-n-no. It has only hap- 
pened so. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
[Aside.'] He evidently believes that. [To Deyn- 
court.] Well ? 

Lord Deyncourt. 
You and I used to be good friends. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
That was before you began to say unkind things 
behind my back. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
Unkind things? I never said anything behind 
your back, but the truth. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
O, yes, you have. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
What things ? 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
You cannot deny that you have called me a flirt. 



114 THE OTHER FELLOW 

Lord Deyncourt. 
Isn't that truth ? 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
I — amuse myself. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
At other people's expense. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Not always ; the other people seem to enjoy them- 
selves. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
Up to a certain point, and then 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Oh, if you are coming to that. Is it my fault that 
men find me attractive ? I don't ask them to run 
after me. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
Not intentionally, perhaps. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Well, you have taken good care to warn your 
friends against me. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
I ? I don't know what you mean. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Oh, yes, you do. \_Rising.'\ Where is Mr. Mixter? 
Why did Captain Chatfield start so abruptly for Egypt, 
last year? 



THE OTHER FELLOW 115 

Lord Deyncourt. 

But they have come back. That is one reason I 
am here. To warn you. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
You have done your share of warning. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
Do you know why they have returned ? 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
I can guess. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
Then I beg of you to be careful. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Why this sudden sohcitude ? I have managed my 
own affairs heretofore without assistance. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
And at times have managed them very badly. For 
instance, why did you marry Castledown ? 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
For a title. That was what you said at the time. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
I could see no other reason. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Sometimes, when a girl fails to win the man she 
cares for, she consoles herself by marrying the man 
she despises. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
\_SfarHng.~\ Then there was some one? 



116 THE OTHER FELLOW 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
There usually is. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
And now that you are free ? 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
He has become impossible. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
And failing him ? 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
One man is as good as another. I shall probably 
marry \_looki?ig intently at Deyncourt] Mr. Mixter. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
That beastly little American ? {AsideT^ Not if I 
can help it. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 

Why not ? Mr. Mixter may not be good form, it is 
true, but he is exceedingly amiable and very rich. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
Helen, surely you will not throw yourself away a 
second time. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
If I choose. Who^will prevent me ? 

Lord Deyncourt. 
I. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 

You? Take care, Richard Deyncourt. Don't lay 
yourself open to misconstruction. A man who flirts 
is despicable. 



THE OTHER FELLOW 117 

Lord Deyncourt. 
Good Lord, Helen, what arq you driving at ? 

Lady Helen Castledown. 

How would she like to have you interfering in my 
affairs ? 

Lord Deyncourt. 
She? Who? 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
The woman you love. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
Love ? I ? Good Heavens, what do you mean ? 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Oh, Dick, you are sly, but I have found you out. 

Lord Deyncourt. 

[Aside.'] She's found out more than I know my- 
self. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Now go back to your lodgings, write to your bach- 
elor friends, and get leave to approach the — lady. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
By Jove, they have betrayed me. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 

No one has betrayed you. I have simply put two 
and two together. Women often do. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
But they don't always come to logical conclusions. 



118 THE OTHER FELLOW 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
I have in this case. And now \_goi?ig] you will ex- 
cuse me? 

Lord Deyncourt. 
\_AlarfJted.'] You are going? 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
I have an engagement. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
I beg of you. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Don't beg of me, for I should refuse you. 

Lord Deyncourt. 

[Detainifig her.'] You must listen to me. You 
are laboring under a mistake. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
I shall be disengaged later. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
Or engaged irrevocably. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 

Possibly. Captain Chatfield and Mr. Mixter are 
waiting at the house. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
The devil ! And you have known it all along ? 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Of course. Good-bye. 



THE OTHER FELLOW 119 

Lord Deyncourt. 

If you leave me now, Helen, like this, I swear I 
never will return. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 

Oh, yes, you will. Au revoir. 

\_Exii Lady Castledown to house laughing.'] 

Lord Deyncourt 
[Sinks dow?i on seat, l.] Now, what does she 
mean? How does she know that I will return ? [Med- 
itating.] I am in love, am I? By Jove, old Stiles is 
right ; I don't understand the women. [Rises, walks 
about.] So there was another man. Wonder who 
he could have been ? Helen and I were great friends 
at the time she married, lived near each other, hunted 
together, in fact, Avere quite intimate. Queer I didn't 
know the fellow. He must have been a devilish fool 
to have let her marry old Castledown. Now there's 
Mixter. Somebody ought to prevent that. Don't see 
what the devil I can do. [j5';z/^r Gerald, r.] 

Gerald Hartley. 
[Slapping Deyncourt on the back.] Hullo, old man. 

Lord Deyncourt 

Oh, it's you, Gerald? Glad to see you. When 
did you get back ? 

Gerald Hartley. 
Now, this moment. I came directly through. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
Oh, were you in such a hurry to see Helen ? 



120 THE OTHER FELLOW 

Gerald Hartley. 
Helen ? Isn't Marjory here ? 

Lord Deyn court. 
Oh, I dare say. 

Gerald Hartley. 
What is the matter with you, man, you're not look- 
ing well. 

Lord Deyncourt. 

No-o ? I believe I am a little knocked out. Go- 
ing to the continent to recruit. 

Gerald Hartley. 
Oh, I see. By way of the Towers ? 

Lord Deyncourt. 
You are looking well, at all events. 

Gerald Hartley. 
Well, yes, I feel pretty fit. I suppose, Dick, you 
know that this is the twenty-first ? 

Lord Deyncourt. 
The twenty-first ? 

Gerald Hartley. 
Surely you haven't forgotten the date. Our year 
of probation is up, and nothing lies between Marjory 
and me. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
You are very accurate in your dates, 

Gerald Hartley. 
I am in love. 



TEE OTHER FELLOW 121 

Lord Deyncourt. 
Look liere, Hartley, I am afraid there may be a 
disappointment in store for you. 

Gerald Hartley. 
[Alarmed. '\ What do you mean ? 

, Lord Deyncourt. 

Well, I studied Marjory at the time you left her last 
year, and I don't — sorry to hurt your feelings, old 
man — but I don't really think that she cared. 

Gerald Hartley. 

I say, Dick, don't knock a man out like that before 
he's had his first innings. Now, Helen has led me to 
hope. 

Lord Deyncourt, 
Helen ? 

Gerald Hartley. 

[Looking at watch.'] Yes. She wired me to be in 
the shrubbery here at four-thirty. It is quite that now, 
so please get out, old fellow. 

Lord Deyncourt. 

Nice way to treat your best friend, by Jove ! I'll 
get out fast enough if the women are expected. 

Gerald Hartley. 

Oh, come, Dick, don't get waxy. You see when a 
man's in love 

Lord Deyncourt. 

Oh, yes, when a man's in love. Good-bye. 

[Exit.'] 



122 THE OTHER FELLOW 

Gerald Hartley. 
What has come to old Dick? [Slipping behind 
bush.~\ I'll wait for Marjory here. 

[Enter Marjory, l.] 

Marjory Heathcote. 

More roses. Helen is insatiable to-day. 

[ Cuts flowers ; starts when Gerald appears, 
but pretends not to be surprised and goes on 
cutting roses.~\ 

Gerald Hartley. 
[Appearing.'] Miss Heathcote — Marjory. 

Marjory Heathcote. 
I beg pardon. 

Gerald Hartley. 
Miss Heathcote, surely you haven't forgotten me? 

Marjory Heathcote. 
Mr. Hartley? Oh, how do you do? Are you 
staying in the neighborhood ? 

Gerald Hartley. 
[Aside.] Confound it. [To Marjory.] Hardly. 
I was in San Francisco three weeks ago. 

Marjory Heathcote. 
Indeed ? Did you like California ? 

Gerald Hartley. 

Like it ? It was only a shade worse than Japan, or 
India, or 



THE OTHER FELLOW 123 

Marjory Heathcote. 

China ? I remember you were going to look for 
something in that heathen country. 

Gerald Hartley. 

\_Trying to take her handJ\ Marjory, will you let 
me explain ? I have come back 

Marjory Heathcote. 

[Futting hands behind her. ] To arrange about the 
property ? 

Gerald Hartley. 
Damn the property. 

Marjory Heathcote. 
\_Latighi?tg.'\ You express my sentiments exactly. 

[^Gets behiftd bench.~\ 

Gerald Hartley. 

\_Going after her.'\ Miss Heathcote, will you 
listen to me ? 

Marjory Heathcote. 
[Coming round in front.~\ Lady Helen is waiting 
for these roses. [Starts up c; QiY.v^k\sd folloivs her.~\ 

Gerald Hartley. 
[Catching her. '\ Stop; I will be heard. 

Marjory Heathcote. 

What have you got to say ? 

[Looking at him and laughiiig.'\ 

Gerald Hartley. 
[Kissing her. '\ Nothing. 



124 THE OTHER FELLOW 

Marjory Heathcote. 

YLooki?ig down.'] Why didn't you do that last 
year ? 

Gerald Hartley. 
Because I was a fool. 

Marjory Heathcote. 
So Helen said. 

Gerald Hartley. 
Helen said I was a fool ? 

Marjory Heathcote. 
Yes, to join Cousin Richard's ridiculous society. 

Gerald Hartley. 
How did you know about that ? 

Marjory Heathcote. 
Oh, we guessed. Men are so transparent. 

Gerald Hartley. 
What a wise little woman you have become. Then 
there is nothing for me to say ? 

Marjory Heathcote. 
No, nothing more about bachelors. 
Gerald Hartley. 
Bachelors be hanged ! 

Marjory Heathcote. 
Oh, no. AVhat should we do for husbands ? 

Gerald Hartley. 
Will you take this one for better or worse ? 



THE OTHER FELLOW 125 

Marjory Heathcote. 
If he asks me ? 

Gerald Hartley. 
But you said once 

Marjory Heathcote. 

Never mind what I said — once. I say now that 
you will get the estate after all. 

Gerald Hartley. 
Bother the estate. \^Ktsst?tg her. J 

Marjory Heathcote. 
Don't, Gerald, some one is coming. 

Gerald Hartley. 

By Jove it's Jane, and she's got Tommy Chatfield 
in tow. Where shall we go ? 

Marjory Heathcote. 
In here. 

\^Exeujit into shrubbery up c. Sit on bench at 
back out of si^ht. Enter Lady Jane and 
Chatfield, l.] 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
Now, Captain Chatfield, explain yourself. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
Explain myself? I couldn't, you know. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
Look here, Tommy, I have always been your 
friend. Make a clean breast of it now, and I'll stand 
by you. 



126 TEE OTHER FELLOW 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
I don't know what you mean. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
Yes, you do. First, tell me why you went to Egypt 
so suddenly last year ? 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
Her Majesty's orders. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
But your regiment stayed here. You got ex- 
changed. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
Sometimes a fellow longs for active service. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
Some fellows. Not your sort. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
Well, I got more than I bargained for. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
Was that why you came back ? 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
Oh, I say, Jane, I never was much at the Catechism. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
So much the worse for you. Will you tell me why 
you left Egypt ? ' 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
Climate didn't agree with me. Sick leave. 



THE OTHER FELLOW 127 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
You were a long time getting to England ? 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
Ye-es. I came by way of Monte Carlo. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
How much do you owe ? 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
Hang it, Jane, you do come to the point, don't 
you ? 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
Are you going to tell me ? 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
I wouldn't dare. It's a beastly sum. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
I thought so. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
Why should you think about it at all ? 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
That is what I am about to tell you. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
All right, drive on. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
You may be surprised. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
I'm past that. Nothing will surprise me again. 



128 THE OTHER FELLOW 

Lady Jane Aylward. 

Oh, come, pull yourself together, Tommy. There's 
hope yet. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
Not for me. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
Are you so hard hit ? 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
In the pocket, yes. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
I intend to pay your debts. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
The devil you do. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
Why not ? I have more money than I know what 
to do with. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 

That may be, but, hang it, a gentleman can't accept 
money from a lady. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
A woman may loan money to a man. The question 
of sex doesn't enter into business relations. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
But I can't give you any security. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
I'll take you. 



THE OTHER FELLOW 129 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
Oh, Lord ! 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
I told you I should surprise you. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
You've succeeded. It's so deuced sudden. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
Don't answer yet. Take time to consider. 

[Waiks away, ajid sits L.] 
Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
l^Aside. ] By Jove ! this is a facer. [ Walks up and 
down stage.'] Hits a man right between the eyes. 
What's the good of protective societies for the men, if 
the women take to proposing ? Well, she's got the 
shekels and 'twill please the governor. He'd cut up 
rusty about those debts. [Pause.] There's abso- 
lutely nothing else for me to do. So here goes. I 
say, Jane. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
[^Rislng and coming back.] Well ? 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
I'm afraid it's a deuced poor investment for you. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
I'll take the risk. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
I wonder why ? 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
That's my secret. Will you accept ? 



130 THE OTHER FELLOW 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 

The money ? 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
Yes. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
If you will accept me. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
That is settled then. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
\_Aside.'] Jove! she takes it cool. [^To Jane.] 
I'm no end obliged, Jane, and seriously, I've no doubt 
you and I will pull uncommonly well in harness. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
If we don't, it won't be my fault. 

Capt. Thomas. Chatfield. 
It's deuced good of you to take me in hand. I — I 
appreciate it. [Taking her hand.'] I suppose I may 
— kiss you ? 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
[ Withdrawing hand.] Certainly not. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
Customary thing. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
When I wish to be kissed, I will tell you. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
Well, I'll be hanged. 



THE OTHER FELLOW 131 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
Now come and find Helen Castledown. 
Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 

If it's just the same to you, we will not drag Helen 
Castledown into our affairs. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
Very well. 

[_Exeunt into shrubbery, r. Enter Mixter hur- 
riedly^ followed by Mrs. HARTLEY/r<7;« l.] 

William Mixter. 

\To himself ; extreme r.] The quicker I get back 
to America the better. 

Mrs. Hartley. 

[Extreme l. ; to herself.'] Dear, dear me, why did 
Helen say in that dreadfully impressive manner, don't 
let the enemy escape ? How can I keep hold of this 
extremely volatile man ? He looks as if he might 
bolt at any moment. 

William Mixter. 
[Glancing back.] Wonder what she's after. Must 
get out of her way. One woman is all I care to tackle 
on a day like this. 

Mrs. Hartley. 
[Sitting on bench, l. , fanning herself. ] Mr. Mixter, 
don't you find England oppressive after America ? 

William Mixter. 
Very. 



132 THE OTHER FELLOW 

Mrs. Hartley. 
If you would sit down, you wouldn't feel the heat 
so much. 

William Mixter. 
Sitting down won't help my case. It isn't the 
climate that affects me. 

Mrs. Hartley. 
O, excuse me, I 

William Mixter. 

\_Cofnmg over.'] Look here, Mrs. Hartley, when a 
man has traveled three thousand miles on a matter of 
business, and finds that his time has been thrown 
away, he naturally would feel — the heat. 

Mrs. Hartley. 
Perhaps it would cool you off to talk the matter over 
with a sympathetic friend. 

William Mixter. 
Quite so ; I agree with you. But I have no sym- 
pathetic friend in England. 

Mrs. Hartley. 

\^Aside.~\ He seems more natural now. \^To Mix- 
ter.] How can you say that when I am here. 

William Mixter. 

[Sitting down.'] Really, Mrs. Hartley, it's very 
kind of you to take an interest in me. 

Mrs. Hartley. 
[Aside.] Oh, Helen. [Zb Mixter.] Not at all. 



THE OTHER FELLOW 133 

Americans always attract me, and you seem a most 
interesting type. 

William Mixter. 

\_Aside.'] Type ! I like that. \^To Mrs. Hart- 
ley.] Ever been in America ? 

Mrs. Hartley. 
No. 

William Mixter. 
Like to go over ? 

Mrs. Hartley. 

Well, I don't know, it would be a great under- 
taking. 

William Mixter. 
Afraid of being seasick ? 

Mrs. Hartley. 
Oh, no, I rather like boats. 

William Mixter. 
\_Aside.^ That scores one in her favor. 

Mrs. Hartley. 

I once went out on the Thames in a house-boat, 
and I found the motion very pleasant. 

William Mixter. 

[Aside.'] Great Scott ! [To Mrs. Hartley.] 
You must be quite a sailor. 

Mrs. Hartley. 
I felt so at the time. 



134 THE OTHER FELLOW 

William Mixter. 
Should be most happy to give you a real sail in my 
yacht. Got a new boat this year. 

Mrs. Hartley. 
Indeed ? Was the old one unsafe ? 

William Mixter. 

\_Laitghing.'\ Well, now that's funny. You see, 
Mrs. Hartley, while I was waiting for — in fact — for the 
opportunity to attend to that matter of business, I spent 
the time in building a cup-defender. 

Mrs. Hartley. 
A what ? 

William Mixter. 
Cup-defender. Boat, you know, racer. 

Mrs. Hartley. 
Oh, a boat ? Did you get it done ? 

William Mixter. 

Oh, yes, and she's a clipper. Came over in her. 
Would you like to board her ? 

Mrs. Hartley. 
To what ? 

William Mixter. 
To come aboard and try her. 

Mrs. Hartley. 

Oh, certainly. But, Mr. Mixter, you haven't told 
me what worried you. 



THE OTHER FELLOW 135 

William Mixter. 
Quite so. Well, I feel better now. 

Mrs. Hartley. 
I thought you would, if you sat down. 

William Mixter. 

You see, Mrs. Hartley, I've been thinking of mar- 
rying for some time. 

Mrs. Hartley. 
[ Uneasily. ] Yes ? 

William Mixter. 

I've looked for a craft all style and rigging hereto- 
fore. 

Mrs. Hartley. 
[Aside. "^ How very peculiar he is. 

William Mixter. 
But now I've got on another tack. If I could find 
a good plain-rigged sloop, with a centre board, to 
keep her steady, I'd try to secure her at once. 

Mrs. Hartley. 
I'm afraid I don't understand nautical terms. 

William Mixter. 
You'd soon learn. 

Mrs. Hartley. 
Have you found what you want ? 

William Mixter. 
Well, I've got my eye on something. 



136 THE OTHER FELLOW 

Mrs. Hartley. 

\_Aside.'] O dear, where can Helen be? I can't 
keep this enemy in check much longer. \^To Mixter.] 
I hope it — she will suit. 

William Mixter. 
I think she will do. 

\_Enter Deyncourt, r.] 

Lord Deyncourt, 
Beg pardon. 

William Mixter. 

\_Rising and walking towards Deyncourt.] You're 
just the man I want, Lord Deyncourt. I feel like 
suing you for damages. 

Lord Deyncourt. 

Me? What have I done ? 

[Mrs. Hartley fans herself and looks bored 
during this scene. '\ 

William Mixter. 

Well, time is money over in America, and you've 
done me out of one year of my life. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
I don't see how. 

William Mixter. 

By inveigling me into signing that confounded con- 
tract. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
Oh, then she has rejected you ? 



THE OTHER EELLOW 137 

William Mixter. 

Oh, yes, she rejected me fast enough. 

Lord Deyncourt. 

But you weren't obliged to ask her; you needn't 
have come back. 

William Mixter. 

What, after I told her I should ? We may not be 
polished as some, but a respectable American keeps 
his word. Not that she deserved it 

Lord Deyncourt. 
What do you mean by that ? 

William Mixter. 

Well, she did encourage me last year, you see. 
However, I was fairly warned. I knew that she was 
a flirt, and 

Lord Deyncourt. 
Stop that, Mixter. 

William Mixter. 
What's up ? I took your word for it, you know. 

Lord Deyncourt. 

Last year is not this year, and who ever slanders 
Helen Castledown will have to settle with me. 

William Mixter. 
\_Aside.'] Another scalp for her belt. \_To Deyn- 
court,] Sorry for you, Lord Deyncourt, if you're 
hit in that quarter, because it's no go. 



138 THE OTHER FELLOW 

Lord Deyncourt. 
I am not in need of advice. 

William Mixter. 

No ? Well, I was only going to say that there's no 
chance for any of us, because there's another fellow. 

Lord Deyncourt. ' 

Did she admit that to you ? 

William Mixter. 

Oh, yes, old attachment, and all that. Hopeless, 
you know. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
Any idea who the fellow is ? 

William Mixter. 

No, but it isn't Chatfield. She made short work of 
him. [Mrs. Hartley rises and walks away, L., 
indignantly.'] Oh, I say, Mrs. Hartley, don't go. 

Lord Deyncourt. 

I beg your pardon, Mrs. Hartley. \ Offers hand.'\ 

Mrs. Hartley. 

Well, Richard, have you concluded to speak to me 
at last ? 

Lord Deyncourt. 

I was preoccupied. 

Mrs. Hartley. 

Oh, you are very excusable. I will find Helen ; 
she seems to be the only person who is quite rational 
and self-possessed to-day. 

[ Walking off meets Gerald and Marjory.] 



THE OTHER FELLOW 139 

Marjory Heathcote. 
Mrs. Hartley. 

Gerald Hartley. 
My dear aunt [Kisses her.'] 

Mrs. Hartley. 
Gerald ? Well, this is a surprise. 

William Mixter. 
[Aside.'] It's evidently been plain sailing for him. 

Lord Deyncourt. 

Well, old fellow ! 

Gerald Hartley. 
I say, Dick, it's all right. She did care. 

Lord Deyncourt. 

Glad for you, old chap. [Shakes hands; to 
Marjory.] You are a nice little ward, Marjory 
[kisses her], but I am quite ready to make you over 
to Hartley. 

[Puts his arm about her, and then passes her 
over to Gerald. Enter Lady Jane and 
Chatfield /r<7;;/ shrubbery, r., back.\ 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 

Hullo, Deyncourt. You've turned up just in time. 
If there are any blessings to spare, bestow a few upon 
us. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
You and Jane ? 



140 THE OTHER FELLOW 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
Are you surprised, Richard ? 

Lord Deyncourt. 
No, oh, no, I'm past that. 

Lady Jane Aylward. 
Then say something. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
I'm not much at making speeches, Jane. 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
You might give your consent. 

Lord Deyncourt. 

Oh, you've got that fast enough. Not that it would 
matter to you, Jane. And you might do worse. 
Tommy is a good-natured chap, as men go and [to 
Chatfield] Jane's easy enough to live with, when 
you get used to her. 

\_Enter Lady Castledown/t^;;/ l. Deyncourt 
R. c, Gerald and Marjory r., Chatfield 
and Lady Jane l., Mrs. Hartley and 
Mixter extre7ne l, ] 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
How serious you all look. Has anything hap- 
pened ? 

Mrs. Hartley. 
Oh, no, Helen, we are trying to keep cool. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
You will find it much more comfortable in the 



THE or HER FELLOW 141 

drawing-room, and tea is waiting. Mrs. Hartley, will 
you take Mr, Mixter inside? 

' Ji_Exeunt Mrs. Hartley ^;z^ Mixter, l.] 

Capt. Thomas Chatfield. 
It is deuced warm here. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 

Let Jane give you some tea, Captain Chatfield. 
You will find it quite refreshing. 

[Lady Jane crosses to l., Chatfield stands, 
Lady Jane passes, beckons, snaps fingers at 
him ; he follows slowly ; exeunt, l.] 

Marjory Heathcote. 
Shall I take Gerald in ? 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Yes, dear. 

Marjory Heathcote. 
\To Gerald.] Will you come? 

Gerald Hartley. 
To the end of the earth with you. 

Marjory Heathcote. 

\^To Lady Castledown.] Haven't we proved 
good allies ? 

Lady Helen Castledown. 

Very. \_Exeunt Gerald ajid Marjory, l., Ger- 
ald's arm about her zimist ; Deyncourt r., and 
Lady Castledown l.] Well? 

Lord Deyncourt. 
Are you satisfied ? 



142 THE OTHER FELLOW 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Not quite. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
What more do you want ? 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
That you should acknowledge your defeat. 
Lord Deyncourt. 

There is no need. We are beaten all along the 
line. This is my Waterloo. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Then surrender. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
To you? 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Yes. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
I did that long ago. I came back to tell you. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
At last ? 

Lord Deyncourt. 

I believe now, Helen, that I have loved you all my 
life. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 

And it has taken me one whole year to make you 
say so. 

Lord Deyncourt. 

You ? Then you have tried ? 



THE OTHER FELLOW 143 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Most persistently. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
Is there hope then ? 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Not the sHghtest. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
Why have you taken so much trouble ? 

Lady Helen Castledown. 

To avenge the wrongs you have heaped upon our 
sex. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
I was only defending my own. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
And to laugh at you. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
Then you are heartless. 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
I am heartless. 

Lord Deyncourt. 

And you will never change. It is no use to come 
back — next year ? 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
No. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
Because of that other fellow 



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144 THE OTHER FELLOW 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Because of — him. 

Lord Deyncourt. 
Then this is the end ? 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
Yes. Good-bye. \_Ho Ids out her hand to him. '\ 
Lord Deyncourt. 

\Takingher hand.'\ Good-bye, my dear. 

\About to kiss her hand then drops it a?id walks 
off slowly, R.] 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
[ IVatches him, starts, waits until he is disappearing 
then-l Richard! [Deyncourt pauses.'] Dick! 
[Deyncourt turns.] Have you never suspected? 

Lord Deyncourt. 
\Rettcrningy ] What? 

Lady Helen Castledown. 
That you — were the — other fellow. 
Lord Deyncourt. 
Helen ! \_Opens his arms ; embrace.] 

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